Depression, Calloused Hand that Smothers Me
Snuffed out breath
Awakened in night’s soul
pressed into the cradle of my husband,
Pierced in the heart of rest
that never comes
Peace that never wakes
that smells of death
even as I scream for
life.
Hearing my own sweat
my own terror dripping
like tears from my cheek
longing for the nightmare
of sorrow to end and for the calloused hand
to release my throat to sing.
