Instead of Depression by Andrea Gibson | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Instead of Depression by Andrea Gibson | Poems Rethabile Likes
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Instead of Depression

by Andrea Gibson

try calling it hibernation.
Imagine the darkness is a cave
in which you will be nurtured
by doing absolutely nothing.
Hibernating animals don't even dream.
It's okay if you can't imagine
Spring. Sleep through the alarm
of the world. Name your hopelessness
a quiet hollow, a place you go
to heal, a den you dug,
Sweetheart, instead
of a grave.
Poet: @AndreaGibson
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Anonymous said…
she is a new poet to me, now that she has died..then i watched her perform her poetry, now i can see her when i read, so much love she had.
22 January 2026 at 14:40
Rethabile said…
For me too. I discovered her writing just after she died. There's not one word or one line wasted.
22 January 2026 at 16:28
Abigail George said…
It flows like a river, the language, it is magical, light and dark meeting, twisting, the spark and tension uninterrupted. Like a branch in springtime, like the effect nature has on a child, like instinct when new ideas come into being, the poet instructs and corrects this noble vision of humanity.
24 January 2026 at 14:07
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