Sarah’s SST10 Final Draft

28 Jan


Light for My Best Friend.


I imagine your depression is a shape shifter.

At times it is the frenzied shrill of your alarm,

Lurching you into the unwelcome solitude of morning.


Other times it is a yellow stream of sun,

Soaking itself flax-gold into the walls of your bedroom.

Its touch, lukewarm and motherly

Abrades your unsheathed skin,


Before it moulds into a weight,

Laying across your body,

Lips pressed against your ear.

It is skeletal fingers hooked into your shoulders,

It drowns you into a viscous black you’ve learned to breathe in.


Thoughts of your dad keep you afloat.

You dream he is a black bird,

Perched on the branch of a half dead tree,

Neck stretched, chorusing into a brewing sky.


You told me he loved to sing,

That he could turn your depression into

Goliath’s corpse in the palm of David.

How he could take the sun and make it rise in your eyes.


I want you to know,

I too am a shape shifter,

I am the wind oscillating your curtains,

A reminder that the world still exhales even if you cannot.

I am the weight of food in your stomach,

The taste of toothpaste,

Your favourite song,

Piercing through the thick of silence.

I am a candle in your body depression cannot blow out.



By Sarah Akinterinwa



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