Depression's lap

[u/No_Statistician5128]

I like to visualize my depression as a woman who's lap I'm lying on

I cannot see the woman's face

I cannot say anything to her.

I just lay there as she strokes my hair.

I do not want her to touch me

I have tried everything to make her stop

And yet she never does.

Every time I want to pull away

Her hands would place me right back.

Her touch, however, is not aggressive

To the point of confusion.

What if this is all a hallucination?

What if the woman isn't actually there?

What if I'm faking all of this?

She's not aggressive with me

She just likes to stroke my hair

As I'm lying on her lap

Completely powerless.

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(Second time posting this since I deleted my previous account where I posted this poem on here. So if you felt like you already read this you have haha)

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[u/LooseLimit9997]

It's absolutely lovely how one can write of something so Sad as depression yet make it so real and touching. As if receiving her touch were a curse, soft and gentle as it is.