Words on Postpartum Depression

Words on Postpartum Depression

By: Danna Hobart

Nights stretch out
like a black cat across my path,
shadows writhe and sprout
in my nightmare’s wrath.

Full moon sings me the blues
Lyrics of lunacy she spews.
Don’t know where I end or begin;
I no longer cast my own reflection.

Weary eyes see red
and thoughts rove that should be barred
I stare straight ahead
mad as a newborn blizzard.

I’ve walked through brush and sedge
all reason has been suppressed
here I stand now on the edge
while insanity suckles my breast.