Occupied

an image of depression
looms in the window
in front of me as I shift
positions in my chair,
hoping (I suppose) that
it will find a way to
alter my disposition;
but, it remains with me
like a second skin,
reminding me of an
earlier time and place
where life was not as
gentle as it could have
been and my mental
outlook was shrouded in
the fear that purpose had
been given only to my
siblings leaving me out.

19Jul17