Commitment to a Depressive
I gave you my life
I gave you my heart
You showed my the light
And how to be me
You gave me a child
And taught me to be me
You took hold of me
Never let go
It was then you grip tightened
Until I couldn't breath
I struggle now each day
Wish I could be me
But my commitment to child with a conscience
Is greater than my desires and happiness
Maybe one day I'll smile
Maybe one day I'll breath
Until then I'll keep going
Until then I'll dream of being free
Claire
Tue 25th Oct 2016 01:39
I really like your poem. Especially the metaphor about the grip tightening. Good work!