XOXO Letter From Depression

A bone filled, soul deep ache

Of empty tea cups and imaginary sweets on plastic plates

Of jump ropes hanged like nooses

Of imaginary figures with spare words

A bone filled, soul deep ache

Of naps in narrow spaces 

Of sanctuaries built like nests or cradles in the dark

Of winged devils on each shoulder

A bone filled, soul deep ache

Of lingering ghosts displaced 

Of memories anachronic 

Of dreams of dying long before old age

A bone filled, soul deep ache

Misinterpreted and mistranslated

A message to my future self

A promise of better days

Hopefully to overcome the bad ones