My Unwelcome Blanket

Please do not be offended when I don’t come to you or respond to your call

           … its just that I am trapped.



The bonds that hold me cannot be seen , but they are strong

My fears threaten to overwhelm me.

Can I survive through my imprisonment this time?

           … Its not my first time here.



The weight is oppressive and I have to fight for every movement.

Even the smallest action seems to require all the strength I have.

My determination to succeed wavers and my frustration builds.



Why does it have to be so difficult just to live?

When will the suffocating blanket of depression lift?
                              
            … and when will it return?

                         I know it will
                              it always does