Some days depression is the rain
that patters on my bedroom window.
It keeps tapping and tapping
to remind me of its presence.
Some days depression is nightfall
with its lack of light and heavy eyelids.
It urges me to sip a drink
to forget it ever existed.
Some days depression is a ponytail
and pajamas and slippers.
It isn’t wanting to start a new day
when yesterday isn’t over yet.
Depression is laziness and sleep.
It is frustration and anger.
It is the tears in my eyes
that i don’t let fall.
At the mere scent of its presence,
i take the antidote
tiny and round
and hope this time