Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Posts tagged ‘Depression’

the brush off

i’m not a morning person. i purse my lips, my brain flipping sleepily through pages of trivial to do lists while cursing the night for leaving so…

hardly hungry

the day was baking in the summer sun. it was last year, hearts had already begun their descent into the evening shadows – the long shadows…

blues

when i sink into the blue sometimes all i can do is roll over, eat snacks, sleep – the thought of preparing meals alone for one…

shuffled

anxiety builds up a tower of cards, constantly bent and shuffled – paper cut in the mind – yet when you find that perfect hand what…

recover (me)

return to me, silver lining – you left me so you could drip down spines and fingertips of trees, to turn to diamonds on the wings…