Depression is a lot like a dark forest.
No matter how much you walk,
It feels like you will never get through,
Stumbling and tripping over every twig and branch,
Hoping to make it until day, or if that ever comes.
Some like to lay in the odd serenity of it,
Some become trapped trying to escape the imaginary beast that is insane,
Me?
I like to cut the trees down
It frees up space, gives me some hope seeing sunlight,
But it's never found, the tree eventually grows back
and I have to cut it down . . . Again and again.
There are many people in this forest,
Each with different stories, different paths.
But I know many would want to see the sun
Even if they have to stop . . . walking.
No one ever truly leaves the forest.
Day or Night.
More about the Poem...
This poem is about the poet's experience with depression, how they perceive others dealing with it and how they themselves deal with it. It also highlights the complexity of depression as a concept.
From what YPS sources show, this is Squire's first poem placed online.
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