DEPRESSION’S SEDUCTION

Much peace. Today’s poetry prompt is:

Write your own poem in which the speaker is in dialogue with him or herself.

Here is my poem:

DEPRESSION’S SEDUCTION

By Farah Lawal Harris, 2026

I got dressed in my finest PJs

for our date—ate

40 milligrams of edible

cuz something about you

makes my lungs feel like high school,

like not cool, like cold pool,

like Boo-Boo the Fool.

There I go again rambling.

My feet get to pacing,

I’m panicking.

“I love to hear you ramble,

see you amble back, forth,

then tumble into my arms.

I love embracing

each thought in your head.”

After all these years,

I still get nervous to see you.

Our meetings seem inevitable.

You take me from emotional high

to steamed vegetable.

“I take you from bass pumping

to low decibals.

C’mere, let me love you.

First, get in the bed.

Second, envelop me with your legs.”

Third, you crack my heart like eggs

and I still gotta show up

sunny side up with a smile tomorrow.

“So you might as well

love me tonight.

You might as well…”

I might be well

some day.

But tonight, we lay.

“And mold together

like clay.”