sadness wraps around me
like a warm blanket.
joy evaporates out of my pores,
as I am slowly drenched with sweat.
I did not notice how heavy and thick
my blanket of sadness had gotten,
until depression started smothering me.
I shed my blanket, when like a silent killer
my sadness tried to take my last breath.
I had always thought I'd welcome death,
but I gasped for breath.
I did not know I wanted to really live
till my life was almost taken away by
a thick layer of depression
enveloping me whole.
I
am lighter now,
free.
a gift of life I never wanted
until strangers , who almost suffered the same death
showed me how to shed my blanket
layer by layer.
sometimes it's helpful to be with those who lived through darkness like our own, I feel less judged when they reach out their hand and walk with me.