Agoraphobia

depression wilts me
fear binds me
i sag, shrinking, sinking iron heavy
i'm five-'o-clock stockings
slouching, tired, giving in
i'm a plucked flower, cut and crying
drying out, weeping flower dust
another sleep, another bright new day
in a sunshine laced strawberry dress
then suddenly I turn, the birthday balloon
that never made the party
shriveled up, sucking dust off the floor
deflated, depressed, deboned
no, i'm glued to my home
taking itsy steps, in bitsy circles

by Cin Sweet Fields

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