Poems from Grace Ousley
Ode to Depression
Oh how you make me cry
But oh how you taught me how to wipe my own eyes dry
You have dug me into a hole deeper than the...
It's been nearly 3 years and I still don't know
if these scars littering my skin like parasites
tally off my victories and successes
or...
If you keep locking me up,
what the hell will happen to me when I finally get out?
Will I be stronger,
or will I be too weak to stand?
Does throwing my body against the door
weaken the hinges
or
strengthen the lock?
You keep trying to see more of me,
but I'm already naked in a glass coffin.