when I realized my depression isn`t confined to a geographic location
- allie paige
- Oct 5, 2016
- 1 min read
It found me.
Even here.
Even here, in this place,
It found me again.
Tucked and rolled by my own two hands into my luggage
Sandwiched betwixt the running shoes and lingerie; Intentions and ambitions an ignorant veil
Dog-eared on the rough pages of the soft-cover I delved into on the flight
Stowed away under the guise of everyday nuisance, it followed me
It hid well, or so I hid it
Clinging to the bees knees, it pollinated the plumerias that decorated my left ear and whispered dangerous sweet nothings, that devil on my shoulder
It made waves here, in the river of my ear canal
A black current billowing beneath the surface until it came to a boil, sputtering forth and echoing sludge into the depths of my mind where I awaited it
Where I had intended it
Where I fought and welcomed it
An armored embrace at the unlocked iron gate
It took refuge here, in me
Where it emerged and where it returned
Where it will remain
Where I will build it a home and call it a friend
It will not follow me, so long as I carry it
It will have no hold over me, so long as I hold onto it
I found it.
Even here.
Even here, in this place,
I found it again.