Keep The LIne

Another poem about warding off depression WIP

I will not pull out the knife
Nor will I cut my skin
I will chase away those thoughts
Not let depression win

I will cuddle with creativity
Type the words of my soul
Swim in the success of others
Let writing make me whole


but then, there are these words:
It’s all a joke, a big façade, a jacket I slip my arms into when reality strikes me cold, rendering me useless. I zip up my hoodie tight. Snuggling in its warmth. Don’t I look good?