China
I have tried to smile -
can't you see
you're breaking me?
I am brittle china.
Every Day
Every day
a smile takes longer.
Every day
I walk shorter
Every day
my hole grows deeper.
The Broken Leg
You are on a walk through a park when someone shoots you in the kneecap. You start to fall backwards into a hastily placed pit behind you. You scrabble at the edges of the pit, but because you were shot yesterday in the arms you have no strength to stop yourself falling. Some will desperately cling to the edge nonetheless. Some will have not even fallen, and just kept going, ignoring the pain. Some will have not even felt a thing, because their bulletproof vest protected them. You weren't so lucky.
You fall and it seems like forever.
You fingertips are bloody by the time you hit rockbottom from trying to find a hold in the walls.
You lie there, trying not to cry. But sometimes you can't help it.
Once you're at the bottom of your personal pit, you have options. There is a tiny glimmer of light at the top. You can call as loud and long as you can, in the hope that someone will throw you a rope.
Or you can wait in the blackness with no sustenance until your leg heals or you starve to death. If your leg ever heals, it will heal wonky and wrong. Then you can dig fingerholds out of the hard hard rock and slowly crawl to the top. On the way, either you make it, or someone puts another bullet into you and makes you fall to the bottom again.
-Emma Blackery's metaphor I took a step further
//Questions - have you ever suffered from depression or known someone who has/is? What have/did you do?//
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