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Slam Poem (Michael)

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Sabrina Benaim: Explaining My Depression to My Mother

Explaining my depression to my boyfriend a conversation

Michael

My depression is a shape shifter

One day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear

The next it's the bear

On those days I play dead until the bear leaves me alone

I call the bad days the dark days

 

"What's wrong with you? You were so happy yesterday," Michael sighs in annoyance.

"It's my depression," you roll over in bed, staring at him getting dressed through the sunlight peeking through the blinds. "Yesterday it was small. Today it's big."

"Babe I need to go to an award show tonight. You're coming with, I'll pick you up at eight," Michael changes the subject, throwing an obviously fake smile at you.

"Michael I can't get up today. Depression is as heavy as a bear. It's holding me down." You roll over in the bed again. "Today's a dark day."

Michael says try lighting candles

When I see a candle

I see the flesh of a church

 

"Trying lighting a damn candle then. Realize how fortunate you are and how much God loves you." Michael pauses waiting for you to respond. You don't. "Maybe you're depressed because you don't go to church and you don't believe in God."

The flicker of a flame

Sparks of a memory younger than noon

I am standing beside her open casket

It is the moment I learn

Every person I ever come to know will someday die