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Transcending the Depths of Grief

A journey out of chronic clinical depression.

By Hunny WavPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Photo by Richard C Drake Jr

I’m writhing and crawling out of my sea of emotion.

Cradled in agony and regrets I plead to forget.

Profound darkness beneath the cloudy waters hides my countenance.

Tangled in the reef of oceanic waste, I reemerge;

with downcast eyes; wide and shut. 

Oh, how I held myself down

Like the weights of helium balloons from Thanksgiving's past.

I’m tired...

With my dwindling strength

My zealous hands claw at my eyes. I force them free from their encapsulated prison.

I force them to see the technicolor-ed world that surrounds me.

I peered past the mirage of faded- muted colors

Yes, I can visualize…

The fiery reds that fill me with undying hunger and roaring primitive passion.

My eyes can see the orange terracotta sands on the long-forgotten beach on which I laid.

The dandelion sun warms my skin as I trod onto this familiar lagoon. Yearning and reaching to breathe a breath so free.

Oh, darken thoughts will hold me back no longer.

Yes, the greenery of the shrubs and palm trees supply my senses with something abundant to receive.

I can smell the violet flowers in full bloom. Blue macaws sing in this tropical bliss.

Oh, how I enjoy the indigo rains this paradise brings. The lively sounds of life fill my mind like a symphony composed only for me.

I’m carried away...

With the movement of my feet running out of the depths of my depression like a madman running out of the burning abyss of hades.

This deep dark aquatic world was the direct reflection of the way I once felt.

Alone, tangled in webs of trauma. I was unable to envision a way out of this psychological cage...

Nonetheless, the colors of life guided me from the deep.

The warmth of the air seeps into me. It seeps into my cracked skin and tired bones. Oozing out of my crooked spine to relieve me of my guilt and muffled screams.

The world around me awakens me. I am a part of this brigade of fascination and cool tenderness.

The beauty, the chaos the sounds, and sights.

No longer constricted by fear I am free to embrace this euphoric rainbow.

I finally see the colors that now;

consist 

of

me.

-Transcending the Depths of Grief 

performance poetry

About the Creator

Hunny Wav

HI,

My name is Hunny. I'm a poet, singer, and writer from Brooklyn, New York.

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