I place my hands flat

upon the desk

in a room stable

and rooted foundation, 

then watch the space shake

and tremble with blurred edges

and jagged lines-

this is depression.

I shatter within myself

then take the time to organize

each part of myself 

into their own bins by color, size

and trauma-

this is compartmentalization.

I don’t wander far

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