A shadow on the Sun

Era of solitary confinement, where my soul has gone:

Countries, both so vastly different, so unnervingly the same,

Lost homes I never had and never did exist, everywhere I look there's scorn

I'm not what I thought I was, not magnificence, not only shame

Picture the Moon chasing the Sun, only catching up to be forlorn,

Sierra Madre bound, all my family looks up, never to see me nor fame,

Everything I left behind: turns out I was only meant to be as fleeting as a shadow on the Sun

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Thank you for reading my poem. This one is a particularly difficult one for me to put out there, given that I used the eclipse as a metaphor for my depression. Living with chronic pain and mental illness is not easy for anyone, and the kind of scrutiny that we are often put under tends to make it even harder. I want to explore mental health with my writing, both for my own healing and for anyone else who might need a catharsis.

If you enjoyed my piece, a heart, a comment or an insight would be much appreciated. A donation in support of my writing journey would also be welcome if you feel so inclined.

As for my depression, sometimes I can manage better than others, so here's one of my positive pieces on the subject, in case you wish to read more.