Healing

My soul slumps to the floor, my spirit sags with it.

The Great Depression is happening all over again,

inside my chest, my fingers limp with stress, it hurts

to even move. Every attempt is painful. Every step.

Bones of my spine break every time I change direction.

A physical compass. Don't turn that way. Go this way.

This way. Remember what happened the last time you

turned that way? You fell.