I spend my days

propped up by Prozac.

It keeps me afloat,

keeps me from sinking

into the darkness.

Sometimes it is still

not enough

to keep me above the grey. 

I always seem to be

in the grey.

Whether that is

light grey or

medium grey or

dark grey 

depends on the day.

My life is in black and white

or a combination thereof.

White is rare. 

But propped up by Prozac,

the white does not seem

so far away.

It seems more attainable.

Propped up by Prozac,

I hover in light grey.

As the day trudges on,

my Prozac buzz wears off

and I’m left in medium grey.

But I stay positive.

I know that tomorrow

I will again be

propped up by Prozac.