A Silent Cycle
A sonnet
Jul 19, 2021
How selfish of me to choose to ignore
this battle building up inside of me;
yet when the wind whispers, warning of war
I choose to suffer this cycle silently.
The madness of mania makes me laugh
for how could loving myself be so wrong?
But suddenly my mood shifts- just like that
and all I want is to be left alone.
I can’t put in words the way I feel now
so why burden you with thoughts that will change?
You beg of me to let you in- but how,
when my mind is constantly in disarray?
Why would I bother you with what I hide?
Depression doesn’t last forever right?
