I feel these words
Exploding out of me
Usually I let them flow
Unfettered
Spouting as they will
Going where they want
But today
I fear I must
Chain them
Harness them –
Bind them by convention
I am feeling down today
Raw
Exposed.
Depressed.
There, I said it
Depressed.
They say not to use that word
To save it for clinical use
That to label oneself that way
Is simply a self grandiose
Bid for attention.
I don’t think it’s that
I’m pretty sure it is not
.
.
.
.
.
.
If convention allows me
To express my joy
My anger
My exuberance
My sadness
Then why not my Blues?
It is just as much a part
Of me
As all the others are
And by allowing these words
To flow out of my Self
It feels
Cathartic
.
.
.
.
.
.
So yes.
I get depressed
At times
And this happens to be
One of those times
And I reserve the right
To let my words flow.
I release them
From the chains
Of convention.
I feel free.
Disjoint Wisdom 