A cone of shame
dropped over you
as the phone call
to the doctor begins.
A creeping darkness
that seeps into your bones
as you listen
to other peoples accomplishments.
A hole that surrounds
your bed, your mind, your house
as you debate
if you should get up today.
A simple word
that people look at you
and say
“It’s all in your head!”
A hand that grips yours
and won’t let go.
Until another hand touches your shoulder
and they say
“I’m here for you.”
Saturn's Premier Poet 