by Alexis Marie

Take me
To where it all started.
Maybe if
I know the how
I can figure out the why.

Shackle those fallen angels,
who have turned against me.
Grasp the deteriorating
foundation of my soul as if it
were grains of sand
being stolen by the wind.

How to manuals
are just cop-outs;
a way for those around us
to say they “tried”
when all they did was sit by.

How long can dog eared pages
stop the Depressed from writing their own story;
a taken life, another statistic
whose novel was never known.

(C) Marie Meyers, 2013