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

The Worker (poem by me)

I’m a worker,
It’s what I do,
Brain goes on,
Heart goes off,
Hands get busy,
Emotions stay contained.
All the fluff,
All the pain,
Hidden in my ambition,
Driven to succeed.

Except I don’t,
I work till it hurts,
Then I find no comfort in it,
Take no refuge in my pay.
Because there’s always more,
More work to do,
More funds to save.
I can never relax,
I’m a worker,
It’s what I do.

When will I rest?
When will I trust God
To make my wings take flight
And soar above my busy-ness?
When will I give up the fight
And claim my right to Sabbath?

And he said to them, “The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. —Mark 2:27

© 2016 Kim Bond

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