By Tiffani Jones

 The usual, white, fluffy clouds seem harsh and continuous today

An unjust wall blocking out the warm sun

Trying to pluck the love and life out of me in a way

A warning telling me to gather my things and run

There’s nothing for me to do

I stand there, paralyzed, and let the white swallow me in too.

The dark is condescending, beckoning me with its shadows

This numbness hurts yet has no feeling

How could I ever leave without feeling shallow

For being so alone, not helping, or willing

There’s nothing for me to do

I stand there, paralyzed, and let the black swallow me in too.

The bright rainbows are attacking me

No longer dim or dull

The sudden rush of color is blinding to see

They come at me, raging, like an aggravated bull

There’s nothing for me to do

I stand there, paralyzed, and let the colors swallow me in too.

The words try

To bring me back

They take the tears and wipe them dry

Place the smiles that I lack

There’s nothing for me to do

I move once again

For the depression has been finally removed

I am free just like you