I say hello to my depression.
It wears the face of a yesterday that refuses to be forgotten. A part of me follows me around until I am forced to recognize him. I catch glimpses of his reflection in the mirror, on a window, and from the side of my eye. We play hide and seek as I determine how much he means to me today. Will he become me?
I splash my face and see myself again. The man I have become. Even with acceptance of the rising sun, still this son feels the need to run. Depression inside and beside me still. I see the emptiness of last night standing like a line of empty cups. The feeling of weakness, the feeling of sorrow takes me and I borrow a little more time from my resolve not to care today.
I push myself deep, so deep it doesn’t hurt anymore. Down inside where I can hide. I splash my face one more time and walk out to meet my day… never looking him in the eye again.