Calosha Gomes

I chose my own time to get depressed,

and

then I chose my own time to visit nature — and to sleep in my same dreams.

I just lost my second chance at the same dream, and

I am grieving.

So I leave myself alone with all the emotions.

I walk like I have no energy.

I can’t smile at you, because I don’t think

I have the energy to do that either.

So I sit still, writing as much as I can —

so I don’t spiral into acceptance.