Depression
written by: Kara Jackman
@KaraJ1979
There’s a hole in my chest,
Connected to a tube,
Attached to a pump that sucks the life out of me.
De ventilating me. My breath hisses out,
The oxygen barely supporting my body.
With each rise and fall
My chest pain,
Sharp,
Shoots through each breast.
It’s nothing but sadness,
Seeping into my life.
Depression with its hands around me,
Choking.
Kara Jackman is an Archivist at Boston University by day and a freelance writer by night.
Her work has appeared in a number of regional, Massachusetts newspapers, non-profit newsletters, and local sports magazines. Her interests are many and varied thanks to her parents' commitment to artistic immersion. Her four years spent at the College of the Holy Cross did not hurt either. She blogs about music, fitness and self-improvement.
Kara resides in a suburb just outside the city of Boston.
Her work has appeared in a number of regional, Massachusetts newspapers, non-profit newsletters, and local sports magazines. Her interests are many and varied thanks to her parents' commitment to artistic immersion. Her four years spent at the College of the Holy Cross did not hurt either. She blogs about music, fitness and self-improvement.
Kara resides in a suburb just outside the city of Boston.
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