My friend Depression

With my Minds eye, I spy a little pitch fork, with a red caped crusader trying to mix through and work

There’s a spiraling whirling of colors, that transforms into little cruel monsters
They lurk and they hide and they appear without an invite; monsters of my own creation.

Cartoon characters abound, they jump and create great laughter, as they play and create and compound.

All the tremors and doubts and misfortunes, multiplied within my imagination; the worst defeat of any person comes at their own hands.

Depression is not a feeling, nor is it a way of being, it is not a point at which you become lost Or dream of black dogs in your ceiling.

Depression is intangible, it simple pulls you by your shirt sleeve saying “hey there nice to meet you, lets sit down and be for a while”

Then the comfort of sitting and being gets really familiar and all else becomes clouded.

What once you knew with your heart becomes closed up, removed and all so dark.
So you turn to this friend who is never weary and lets you sleep on through day and through night

And though you may function, smile and laugh the brightness has gone from your eye.
Saying goodbye to this friend is hard work; Seeking help from psychologists, chemicals and friends, turning within to find the strength that you’ve been missing

Are all possible roads which can end, with freedom from the so called friend depression, who really smothers and bullies their way through
Back to the humanity of physical support which you need to pull up you

The scariest part, is that each of us can journey with this hell
We do so in isolation and become fearful of being revealed

For we so harshly judge ourselves, surly others will be even worse
Yet the truth is that most will offer their hearts

Their hugs, their shoulders their soul, to support you on your journey

Your divine flame that burns so bright;You are each worth all the jewels on earth
And you beauty is such a guiding light.

Seek the path that leads to support, to human interaction where you can be free
To be who you are, Loved and adored, Blessed for all your days.

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About R Congues

I am a parent of two children, one who has experienced severe anxiety that became disabling in all aspects of their life. I am a teacher of Maths, Science and Religious Education with a Masters in Special Needs Education; I am a qualified Reiki master, with a love of art and creative experience. I am not a professional in the fields of psychology or medicine. (If you are interested in these perspectives there are many internet sites to use.)This blog is not about recommending medications or specific treatments.
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