Blue Dress

Depression

I wore you once

Like the blue dress

my mother made me wore

When I was a child

Itchy

Wanting to take you off

But forced to smile and nod

And perhaps I’ve worn you since

Like when my mother fixed my hem

A thread must have caught my skin

And you got sewed in

Years it rested

a minor blemish

Between my dermis 

shielded me from connection

growing a deep pain

And when I gave life

With a roaring cry

A heavy black coat fell

Draped over my eyes

My mouth

My mind 

even my heart

A metal thread fastening it to me

As a permanent organ 

But I studied you

And I learned your seams

unravelling

stitch by stitch

Now I can choose

What clothes to wear

And the thread to sew

My daughters clothes

so she can choose

if she'd have red or blue