Seasonal Depression

It's like clawing your way to the surface for a breath
Just one breath
Before being dragged back down
Choking on all the dirt and mud as you descend
Purity leaving your lungs
The fresh breath doesn't last long
But you enjoy it while it does
Then winter rolls back around
And under the earth you'll lie dormant
Cold
Alone
Tired
Angry
Restless
Waiting for the time to come when you can climb back out of your pitiful little hole of self loathing
You sleep your days away to pass the time
Pills don't help so why bother?
You spend your waking hours reflecting on better days  
Sometimes that makes it worse
Maybe you write something sad, listen to something sad, watch something sad
Something you can relate to; that you can agree with
Then you start to notice a light
A light that seems so familiar
But it's far away
So you begin to dig
And you grow closer
And your heart grows lighter
And you dig faster
And faster
Until you reach the surface
The climax
The absolute point
Farthest away from your hole of self pity
And you breath
And you're born
And then
You're dragged right back down again


I've learned to hold my breath