He

Listen--

Wind falls

Dances

Breathes--

Hair flickers in the wind

Like a candle--

A link to another world

Of light on dark,

Contrasting images

Of life and death.

His hands

They grip mine

Like a vice,

Dragging me down

To Hell--

The hell within his mind

Depression and anxiety

Tossing around his being

Like a doll

In a dog's mouth.

Unwelcome,

Biting words

Like a knife through the icy wind

Within his soul

He speaks.

He speaks

Words of cruelty,

Of love,

Of everything in between--

Fighting life within himself.

He is seen

Within shadows

Of his soul.

Through the doors

He walks--

Antidepressants and SSRIs

To fix what was broken,

To alter the chemicals within himself.

He swallows them whole

And down they go.

Months pass--

The leaves turn brown and crisp;

He sees this outside the office window

Of the woman who prods into his soul

And alters his behavior.

Snow falls.

Falls like his misery.

Breaths of life enter his body

And he shifts, like spring--

He is new.