*This poem is inspired by a quote in this article concerning depression, an article written by a talented and lovely fellow blogger. Check out her blog for more of her brilliant writing, subscribe to her recently launched newsletter (trust me, you won’t regret it), and please enjoy the poem. Or not; I mean, it’s completely your choice.
I’ve heard it said,
“Don’t live only in your head.
It’s lonely and it’s dangerous,”
but I prefer the loneliness and the danger.
How can I face a lonely death
if I don’t walk a lonely life?
How can I know danger enough
to be comfortable with its presence
if I don’t allow it to envelop me?
If I’m not aware of everything
from everyone around me, then how
can I be aware of what everyone around me
is hiding? And how can I be
a safe place for them,
so they don’t have to hide anymore,
so they don’t have to live in their heads,
so they don’t have to be what I am?
How can I understand the flames
they suffer in
if I don’t love the fire?
How can they be better
if I won’t be what’s not?
Is there a place for me?
Yes, in my head.