Smeared watercolor myth-man
Behind my tears extends his arm
In his grip sparkle strands of gold
Like spider silk, yet firm as straw
I reach out to try and take them
But he yanks them away, and
Headfirst in the mud, I remember
He's the one who summoned the rain
Made me cry in the first place
I choke, then arise, above me
The fool is still gloating, gleaming
I steel my shoulders then ram him
Again and again, til his fingers fail
And I clasp the gold-straw and
Though it cuts up my palms
Weave it into a crown, lightweight
And protected with thorn-spikes
Standing strong against the downpour
He spits that his name is
Unpronounceable Grief
While he'll fade, he'll be back
Once my firstborn's in the cradle
But I know him now, can throw back his name
Like an old friend: Hey Depression,
You're hitching a ride on my back again
But your stop's right here
In the blood-streaked mud
TW: #depression
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