Fallen

From chains and shackles
I thought I broke away,
I thought the days that passed
were but a memory left in the dark,
I thought I was 'free' of them,
and yet they keep my head
below the surface of the
L i v i n g.

At one point I thought depression
was but a word thrown around
to put a spin on something
that was internal,
a word only...
that is when I fell.

The walls closed around me
and my 'box', that used to
be my sanctuary, became
my prison.  My mind was
stifled and broken,
the world I knew
grew dark and cold.

when I fell...

my eyes closed,
muscles knotted,
body convulsed,
and my freedom...

was broken

and it all happened
when I dropped my guard,
became jaded to the world
around me,
and now I realize
that it isn't my world
that was broken...

but my mind

and I am still falling.

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