A Familiar Image

Over two weeks' worth of severe depression methodically combined with a teaspoon of progress.A drop of water makes an almost metallic sound as it splashes onto the metal ring of the bathroom sink's drain.The smudged mirror looks most unfriendly as I examine my reflection.Sad,slightly out of focus eyes from too much searching.Full lips drawn at the corners from sorrow.Skin,dull from the gritty mineral deposits in the apartment's showerhead.Gray half-moons beneath glassy eyes;a product of too many nights spent staring out the window looking for signs of life,finding nothing but a dark sky.The glass fogs with condensed steam until the familiar image is completely obscured.I breathe normally and easily push myself to continue preparing for another day.