When fighting with depression
One waits for their mental shift
The magical moment when it is over
And their mood begins to lift
Sometimes along recovery road
You find a mental shift that's fake
It doesn't last for very long though
Sadness sneaks back in just like a snake.
I do not suffer from depression
But I do have my own traumas
I want to stay in bed forever
And never change out of the pajamas
I fight to put them behind me
In whatever way I can
Sometimes I think that I've moved on
But find I'm right back where I began
It's like wandering through a forest
But in the middle of the night
With a map I cannot read
And a tiny broken light
I know there is a way out
But I just can't seem to find it
And sometimes I think I see a light
But then fall into a tar pit
After years in the dark forest
After trudging through so much tar
I thought that I was finally free
And could follow the light of a star
That star was my false shift
For I am still fighting like hell to cope
I am still wandering in a never-ending forest
But I might have a tiny glimmer of hope
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
When fighting with depression
One waits for their mental shift
The magical moment when it is over
And their mood begins to lift
Sometimes along recovery road
You find a mental shift that's fake
It doesn't last for very long though
Sadness sneaks back in just like a snake.
I do not suffer from depression
But I do have my own traumas
I want to stay in bed forever
And never change out of the pajamas
I fight to put them behind me
In whatever way I can
Sometimes I think that I've moved on
But find I'm right back where I began
It's like wandering through a forest
But in the middle of the night
With a map I cannot read
And a tiny broken light
I know there is a way out
But I just can't seem to find it
And sometimes I think I see a light
But then fall into a tar pit
After years in the dark forest
After trudging through so much tar
I thought that I was finally free
And could follow the light of a star
That star was my false shift
For I am still fighting like hell to cope
I am still wandering in a never-ending forest
But I might have a tiny glimmer of hope
The writer's block is strong with this one.
I've been really in the mood to write lately...but haven't really had much time or inspiration.
Anyways, I guess this goes to show you can't force poetry......the result is a bunch of REALLY WEIRD metaphors....Like...honestly..I don't know where my mind is right now. I am so sorry. But oh well...I tried, and I wrote, and I feel better :P And that is the best I can do/ask for right now. <3
Just a little side note though, I am working on a new (pretty dang long) piece though that I'm hoping to share with y'all soon :)
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