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None Shall Escape

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Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

This is no ordinary little house, in a dark wooded lot, with a long curving driveway.

“There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.” - Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees

This is no ordinary little house, in a dark wooded lot, with a long curving driveway. Quintessential in time, the smell of rotten leaves, moldy dead trees, and moss create an invitation likely to instill fear. Leaves and draping parasitic vines serve to block out the intrusion of light. Things crawl and slither, poisonous things with teeth naturally sharp to penetrate the hood of protection. A damp chill wraps up the weary and pulls them to the coldness of the nether world. Light mists drift low to the ground, creeping with ethereal madness. Large things, nightmares, snap twigs and disappear with startling proficiency. These all have conspired to hide escape and draw the fearful soul deeper and deeper, sliding down the viscous sides of mortality's flowers in a one way trip. The house is ancient in design, hundreds of years ago the brick and mortar were set and stony copper gargoyles put here to observe the folly of one gone mad. The door is misleading, it's a lure, pulling and tugging to get it's prey close, crushing hopes with its efficacious skill of holding fast against panicked desperation. Fists pound against it creating unheard echos and with beastly strength the spell is transferred from spirit to flesh. Vibrant greens are subdued to the gray and black of lands beyond. The colors are smudged by an errant creator attempting to dismiss this aberration. Bones of lost hope litter the exposed roots and walkways, little roads to nowhere showing tracks of the worst going in circles. This is the notorious lair of depression, many will enter, none shall escape.

First Published in Opinions Of Eye



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2 comments on None Shall Escape

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By Barbara MacDonald on December 03, 2014 at 06:45 pm

Written with a true understanding of the depth of clinical depression. It is sad to me that most people do not understand this illness, without being so judgemental.

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By D. Sager on January 12, 2015 at 06:54 am

Thank you Barbara...what is never seen is hardly ever understood...

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