Release the thoughts
and daunting images,
from the prison of this mind.
trust and faith,
to remedy these exhausted breaths.
wisdom and positivity,
into this growing passion.
Efface the insecurities
and depressed inner voices
from this feeble self.
Fuel this heart
with goodness, patience,
strength and kind selfless love.
To keep going and living,
one day at a time
*as the earth takes another trip around the sun.
Doleful and rheumy
Lost their light and sparkle
Shuttered and heavy
Stars in them no longer twinkle
I fall on my knees...*
my fingertips kiss the ground.
I incline my head...
my eyes close slowly.
I gasp for air in between shallow breaths...
my lips quivering.
A torrent of tears gush out
and drench every ounce of my soul...
whilst every fibre of my being...
and every beat of my heart
*a prayer for hope.
Suffering from depression is like:
biting your nails
when they're already too short
picking at your wounds,
and not allowing them to heal
living in your past,
because you're afraid of the future
yet being afraid
to burden other people
with your presence
wanting to get things done,
but being too unsure of yourself
to even try
you want to be happy,
but being sad is what you're most familiar with
you're afraid to live,
and afraid to die,
but you never know which option is worse
Because yesterday was a chapter
written in words, actions and emotions
that should never define this day.
For it's what you make of it.
Revel in the present.
Because all that had transpired
only led to this moment.
You can't change yesterday for today.
But you can change now for tomorrow.
Enjoy the now.
Because the second that has just passed
has no anchor on you.
All that is experienced will fall away.
Committed to memory and learning
with the dawning of next morn's sun.
Anticipate the future.
Because it belongs to you.
It will wait and it will come.
And when it does, it will be beautiful.
Simply because you're celebrating today,
embracing the present,
savouring this second
and looking forward to tomorrow.
Will you say something?
Just before I go...
Will you fill the void
that had silently metastasised?
Will you convey it
like you really mean it?
Will you allay my fears
that's been cleverly disguised?