A very poignant, confessional poem Dagmar. The last stanza in particular is revealing and honest, almost like a peaceful afterthought amongst the self criticism penned before it. Well written as ever, take care x
I love the way you have woven in the metaphors of nature here. That first stanza is so visually compelling. Wings broken from the weight, stranded, stuck in the mud and the question when will
I see the sky again shrieks despair.
Often when sick or depressed the fake smile is the familiar mask to hide the hidden pain within.
Despite this hellish existence it doesn't stop a kind and giving person taking up the burdens of others
even when it drags that person down until the point of drowning.
That need to appear strong, to not see pity or concern in others eyes or to be judged unfairly- when inside that person is still crumbing is what drives the need to hide the reality from all around.
Nature is unjudging, the sun warms the skin and the birds chirp and play oblivious to the internal woes mankind. Nature brings comfort a place to be yourself. This is a gentle portrayal of the internal battle with depression with a message of hope that no matter how bleak things are nature doesn't care who you are. Really an enjoyable read. Sending you warm hugs Milly x