Limbs | a poem

Dedicated to Owen, Trish, and Auckland City Limits: "You are radiant when you dance/ Arms unfurling into ribbons of melody/ Intertwining with sound-wave vibrations."


Running in the rain

Depression feels like ankle weights. It's the perpetual fog of a head-cold, without the optimism of a quick recovery. It's lacking the energy to cry in frustration, lacking release from the emotions you can only half-feel. It's dragging your feet through the paces of routine, counting down the hours between waking and sleeping, only to fall into dreams as empty as your days. Depression is standing in the rain and only feeling wet.