Sadness is a mother
and once she gives birth, she'll never truly leave
No matter how long you deny her existence or shrink away from her touch,
she's always there, waiting with open arms
But every mother has her favorites
ones who she embraces with more vigor
who she hovers over,
just waiting for a moment of uncertainty to take advantage of
when she can pull them back into her suffocating arms and whisper into their ears
you are mine
I will never let go
This poem has a deeper meaning then what the words say. Growing up I didn't understand how a mother affects your life. now that I work in a nursing home the main idea of this poem really hits home to me. I would read this one again and read it to my mother who is still living.
I would like to see what other work this author has done.
This poem is very true and I find your points of view unique and eye-opening. I think everyone goes through something similar to this, although they never get diagnosed for it. I know that I've gone through times when I feel depressed, worthless, unwanted and unneeded...but even when that mother wants to pull you back into her arms, just remember that mother doesn't always know best and its time to break free from her relentless hold on your life.
I honestly got chills reading this.
Your analogy is just perfect, so accurate. I loved the paradox of the caring mother to the relentlessness of depression. It is tragically beautiful.
I too have my own demons. I've always struggled with explaining depression as its so complex yet you have managed to explain it in a matter of sentences.Depression is unique to each person and you have just generalised it without taking or adding from it(I don't know if that makes sense but anyways)
Anyways, this is an excellent piece and I wish you all the best in the future.
Keep up the writing not only are you very talented but writing provides people like us with a much need outlet.
Hi chelseamarie!
This is not what I was expecting but in a good way.
Keep writing~ This is not what I was expecting but in a good way.
From the title I was expecting something more clinical, less prosaic. Major Depressive Disorder is a clinical psychology term, but the poem itself is all descriptive language. Even the term "depression" is not used, merely "sadness." So, perhaps, you should change the title to be more prosaic too.
As for the poem itself, I like it. I think the imagery is appropriate, particularly the "suffocating arms" and whispering, "I will never let you go."
However, I'm not sure if the analogy "sadness is a mother" is appropriate. I think you are trying to say that sadness gives birth to depression. But, then, isn't it the baby that never leaves, not the mother that never leaves? Perhaps I'm overthinking it.
Then you say...
every mother has her favorites, ones who she embraces with more vigor
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