DEPRESSION BEFORE FEBRUARY

Let February wait under the fierce sun.
I don't want to keep courage up.
Why does life have to wear high heel shoes again?
It is hot as hell outside but I only see a furious rain.

After thirty days of quiet glory in Olympus,
surprising the goddesses, I need to stay
where I am.
I forgot to be mortal and even my ordinary name.

I was at peace,
enjoying my innocent moment of sweet obligations
and private stars.
I was just a poetess.
Who will lock me behind those bars?
Who will bring darkness?

Somewhere
under an oak tree
I will sleep and dream
as February sinks in
my tired memory

For my soul was so free and light
swimming in oceans of iridiscent words
and beauty. I was a myth.
Now I don't have my self any more,
neither the day nor the night.
My new character is in that dusty drawer
and I know what I have to say by heart.
The establishment savours my powerlessness
and pain.

Let February wait in vain.

Karla Bardanza