Hiccup in spring. By Anuoluwapo Kehinde
Three years of therapy,
Four months of sertraline,
I thought I was fine.
I’ve found that it’s dangerous to stand by the beach watching the horizon
I’ve gotten lost in the beauty of the scenery and forgot to note,
When the tide came in.
I thought I was fine,
Kept my eyes above the waters,
I didn’t see the sharks lurking below.
Depression is a low blow,
A hungry shark,
A well known dictator, I’ve silently obeyed.
Be weary of the good things
Not everything that glitters is gold,
I’ve found that happiness, is a new shade of pain
When the sun disappears and the sky becomes night
Hold your breath, so you don’t drown,
Prepare yourself with plasters all round
The dictator has come around,
Bow to this oppression or be broken by it
This is the hiccup in spring.