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Depressive episodes
It comes and it goes,
Like the symptoms of a fever,
Like the pulsing of a heart beat,
Like contractions for a pregnant lady in labor.
It is like the hammer hitting the nail,
Each impact, a swarming of thoughts,
Buzzing loudly as millions of bees in a hive.
Each thought a sting of poison, slowly eating me alive.
The darkness covers me like a cloak,
Hiding me from the light, a source of
Insecurities my heart is too anxious to
Confront.
The darkness is the key to all I have
Ever known, the friend when the
World has left me cold and all alone.
The tears my comforter, in a mind of bitter decay.
For me, it has never been seen as an illness,
But an upbringing of all I've ever known.
I have somewhat learned to control it,
Yet at times it ties me down into the unknown.
Unpredictability echoes a haunting melody,
Down the empty creaky halls of my soul,
Tears consummate me to the very core.
Answers are non existent, just a shadow of secrets that will never be told.
The war raging inside me,
Can only occur for so long.
What is next to free me,
From the burdens of a depressive episode?
Like the symptoms of a fever,
Like the pulsing of a heart beat,
Like contractions for a pregnant lady in labor.
It is like the hammer hitting the nail,
Each impact, a swarming of thoughts,
Buzzing loudly as millions of bees in a hive.
Each thought a sting of poison, slowly eating me alive.
The darkness covers me like a cloak,
Hiding me from the light, a source of
Insecurities my heart is too anxious to
Confront.
The darkness is the key to all I have
Ever known, the friend when the
World has left me cold and all alone.
The tears my comforter, in a mind of bitter decay.
For me, it has never been seen as an illness,
But an upbringing of all I've ever known.
I have somewhat learned to control it,
Yet at times it ties me down into the unknown.
Unpredictability echoes a haunting melody,
Down the empty creaky halls of my soul,
Tears consummate me to the very core.
Answers are non existent, just a shadow of secrets that will never be told.
The war raging inside me,
Can only occur for so long.
What is next to free me,
From the burdens of a depressive episode?
Published 2nd Apr 2017
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3rd Apr 2017 8:03am
Ah, yes! I've been there before, making friends with darkness and feeling the comfort it can provide, yet always leaving you with that sense of unpredictability for what the future holds. I think depressive episodes are normal, controlling them is all we can do, along with learning how to try to find our way towards the light. I like the way you've captivated just how it feels to be caught up in them. Great work.
