Eclipsed by a Wave
Mar 30, 2024
Eclipsed by a Wave
It’s Aries season without me.
Depression has had another session of unplugged on my soul.
A wave of worry, a fear of what’s coming as I thumb through fruitless pessimism.
My alignment waits for total commitment to what’s written in space.
I’m partial to the bouts of rounds in a warm bed.
The ease of closing my eyes until warm skies pass me.
Post traumatic revivals are the spatial discourse with self.
Lost in the season I’m born into, hiding in the shadows of an eclipse I cannot miss.
