Fish With Hands
a poem from a time long gone, thankfully, about finding the courage to rise up, choose yourself, leave the bad, find the good, renew and chase joy
You were never depressed for reasons of your own accord situational depression is real and lurks when you are boxed in kicked down dragged around silenced shamed blamed and in all other ways treated unpleasantly and like an enemy in battle or like conservatives would treat a mother in poverty
you were never on your own time you gave it away yes you did for years you locked it in a trunk and sent it to the bottom of the Pisces ocean in your mind
two fish circling it trying to open it but they don’t have the key and they have no hands
the key was with you but you kept trying to give it away it is just easier to not think and to push through like playdough through that plastic squisher thing that makes pasta out of it all
make yourself consumable shapeshifted mush
because you saw and always knew what strength caused it caused friction it caused conflict it caused more rage thrown in your face
and the point of being strong was lost because you missed it
it was not about being strong to make this all better it was about being strong to make this all stop better is stopping there is no fixing and no one else can come and get you especially if you are spaghetti
so stand up, reform, gather your pieces, parts, and find some fish with hands it is time to go
Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Books, Racism, and Climate Change, so far.
