Forced Movement


In the stillness
of this room,
I lie.
I have no desire
to move.
I close my eyes
to shut out the world,
the pain.
I let the wind softly
through branches
lull me;
move me to a place
of forgetting.

The world goes black.

Yet another day
has come.
My eyes are
open but see
Staring blankly into
the darkness
I rise.
Somehow I manage
one foot in front
of the other
to move
through the day.

Only to do it all again.

P. Wanken

Written for We Write Poems prompt to write a “moving” poem. Go to their site to read more of their instructions. There is also a loose tie to the Theme Thursday prompt: tree.


  1. Thank you for writing “no matter what”. I wonder myself what to do from time to time; not all easy poem-wise (nor with life). Hang in there.



    1. Thank you, neil, for stopping by….I appreciate your encouragement! It’s been an interesting experience, writing through depression. ~Paula


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