"I can't do it"
I mumble.
"Will you quit?"
Momma asks.
"Yes."
I leave.
"I can't do it"
I sigh.
"Will you quit?"
Momma questions.
"I don't know."
I look her in the eyes.
"I can't do it."
I sob.
"Will you quit?"
Momma yells.
"No."
I mumble.
"Will you quit?"
Momma screams.
"No!"
I shout.
"Will you quit?!"
Momma cries
"I will not quit!"
I roar.
I take a step.
My arms shaking as they grip the bars.
My face covered in sweat and tears.
I stare at the wheel chair.
My step proof that it will soon be
Useless.
I
Won't
Quit.
YOU ARE READING
Voice
PoetryA silent voice speaking for the first time in 20 years. Poems written by Depression