Waves

WAVES

By Shannon Brooks

Stay in the wave

as crests begin to form

down the line.

The dense blue swell goes

toward the empty shore.

Please do not leave me alone

with the jellyfish and

their draping tentacles. 

I might use them like a life-vest 

in a riptide -- to carry

my poisoned body

out to sea.

This is one of many poems I have written about depression. It can either be enlightening for someone who has never experienced it, or validating for someone who is going through it.