My Siren Song

Just over a week ago

I came out of a

multi-month long

depression.

I am no longer depressed.

I am functioning like myself.

I am comfortable in my own skin.

But

The Siren sings.

“Come back to me.

“Come back to my arms.

“Why did you leave?

“My shelter.

“My comfort.”

I know why I left.  I fought with all I had to get free of the depression, but here I am a week out being wooed, being desired.  I resist the song I hear, but the words are still there, faintly, and behind it is a melody I know so well.

My Siren Song.