Between an Earthquake and a Rainbow

The ground quakes beneath my feet,

As I cry out angrily at the day.

Drawing the sun closer to earth,

and boiling the rioting waters in the bay.

Just beyond the hill,

way too far out of my reach.

Lies a beautiful full fledged rainbow.

Touching shoulders with the beach.

I trudge along the quaking ground,

Trying to reach what is stable.

To feel like everyone else does,

ready, happy, and able.

But alas I'm stuck wading the space

Between an earthquake and a rainbow.

Never discovering what lies beyond each,

and I think I'll never know.

So instead I lay in between,

where the ground trembles but never shakes.

And watch the rainbow slowly disappear,

then I return to my Earthquakes...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The title is a phrase I often use to describe how I'm feeling, I always reply "It's like living between an Earthquake and a Rainbow." It basically means Its not to hectic but not to happy either and most days its tipping towards the earthquake.


Its also kind of about depression and seeing happiness is always just out of reach before it disappears and you slink into a deeper depression (Earthquakes)

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I see you very courageous and

I see you very courageous and someone who is is quickly turning her liabilities into assets. The trick about depression is to not allow yourself to become comfortable with the 'aftershock'. Nice imagery in this piece and I like the way you used nature's assets to explain your own... (assets! Smile ).  Life is simple, humans aren't but that is what makes us so beautiful. Each unique in his/her own way. You are beautiful, and so talented, Yashi!!

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Thank you very much! I never let depression swallow me even though I sometimes just want to let it but poetry helps me let some of those feelings go!

Btw I wrote that poem "The Lucky Ones" about gratitude and what not