Ophelia’s Depression (poem by me)

This is the 5,000th day
Ophelia rolled out of bed,
walked into the wind,
swam a river upstream,
biked up a steep mountain,
then ended right where she began.

She’d like to buy some hope,
but when she woke up,
she had negative five bucks,
now she has negative ten,
She calls it “life”;
they call it depression.

Ophelia wants you to see
why she’d prefer to stay in bed,
pull a sheet over her head,
and drift off to Never-Never Land,
After all she dreams in color,
but only wears gray.

“I counsel you to buy from me gold refined
in the fire, so you can become rich; and white
clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful
nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you
can see.” —Revelation 3:18

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