Depression & Other Magic Tricks by Sabrina Benaim
This following poem made me think about how depression can make you unrecognizable both to yourself and to those you love. You might become a caricature of yourself, so at first, they notice nothing wrong. By the time they realize you aren't okay or fine or alright or any of the other pleasantries you've been claiming to be, they can't understand what happened or where the person who they know you as went.
the other side of a
memory
we could have told you
she wasn't herself since the tenth
grade
sure, she still had a laugh like
electricity
still went to dance class
put on mascara each morning for
school
but something was off
something like how a light switch
will still turn on
a half burnt bulb
it was hard to tell if she was a
stubborn surge
or a tired, dimming circuit
then she started working
weekends
stopped making it for dinner on
Sundays
when she did she looked
exhausted
but she was always missing our
calls
telling us she had been asleep
she had never been one to lie
so we believed her
we wanted to believe her when she said
she was fine
just fine / all right / okay / busy /
good / okay / fine
we thought she would have come
to us
if she was having any trouble we
would have done anything
to help
all we've ever wanted was for her
to be happy
for my nineteenth birthday, my
brother gifted me
the board game hungry hungry
hippos,
he said it was so i could play with
my friends.
he was referring to the hippos.
we did not understand why she
would not stop crying
even when we held her down
to the couch begging her to
the other side of a
memory
we could have told you
she wasn't herself since the tenth
grade
sure, she still had a laugh like
electricity
still went to dance class
put on mascara each morning for
school
but something was off
something like how a light switch
will still turn on
a half burnt bulb
it was hard to tell if she was a
stubborn surge
or a tired, dimming circuit
then she started working
weekends
stopped making it for dinner on
Sundays
when she did she looked
exhausted
but she was always missing our
calls
telling us she had been asleep
she had never been one to lie
so we believed her
we wanted to believe her when she said
she was fine
just fine / all right / okay / busy /
good / okay / fine
we thought she would have come
to us
if she was having any trouble we
would have done anything
to help
all we've ever wanted was for her
to be happy
for my nineteenth birthday, my
brother gifted me
the board game hungry hungry
hippos,
he said it was so i could play with
my friends.
he was referring to the hippos.
we did not understand why she
would not stop crying
even when we held her down
to the couch begging her to
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