These days
I crawl into bed,
crawl into a tiny space
in the corner of my bed.
I sit there and do nothing.

I pause and replay
the only part of my life
that echoes closest to
the situation of now.
So, I think of the days
I crawled into tiny closet-like
corners, turning red
from crying and my un-rhythmical breathing,
not because I was crying
but because I didn’t want to breathe.
It was my organs I hadn’t persuaded yet.

But I am not the melodies
of depression anymore.
My body is a hollow tree trunk
and I am just a bird,
living on its branch,
trying to make something out of nothing.
What is that word for
trying so hard you lose it all?
What is that feeling of
nothing and nothing and nothing,
like my inner darkness
has swallowed itself whole,
creating a hole

never filling.

-Taru Gupta


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