If depression were a dick I’d blow it just to make it go away
That’s not what you want a daughter to say, but there it is
If there’s a way out of this, I’d take it
I watch a favorite show and there’s this line: if I crack, then harden again
Not all pottery is mended with gold lacquer
Not all shattered things are beautiful
But what the fuck does beauty matter
To us — the wild, lacerated, resilient things
Who dance with blood on their skin
And fight with drumbeat hearts
I am so far off the storybook pages
I’ve forgotten all my lines
After all this reading, I learned to write
And there’s a better ending in my mind
One word at a goddamn time
If there’s a way out of this, I’d take it
But Robert Frost had it right
So I go through, through, though
And trust I’ll find the light
With Love,
Natalie