Literacy and Liberty


Depression
Posted by: , November 16, 2018, 1:17 pm
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Wake.

Waves of haze wash over me

Stuck.

Dementors sucking the life out of me

Breathe.

A hand squeezing my wind pipe

Mine.

Letting go and taking a step forward

One.

Finding weights on my back.

Stumbling.

Asking if I should keep going

My choice.




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Wow, Talya, I’ve never thought of Dementors as a kind of depressive (oppressive) force. Now, how might you expand this strong poem to think about the specific language–medical, psychological, etc.–of depression, alongside the metaphors you use to evoke it here?

   Professor Seiler 11.19.18 @ 3:28 pm



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