My Depression | A Poem by Bianka Walentowicz

it visits at the most inopportune

and most mundane times

a constant unwelcome presence 

it knows who i am

what i think 

what i feel

what my weaknesses are

and it capitalizes on them

making me go down a

winding rabbit hole

landing in a spongy bed

of dark despair

i used to listen to

its siren call

but i no longer do

i've learned i don't have to

pay respects to 

my depression