Dread

Each morning I wake
I don't want to be  
Cuz the same wet blanket of dread
Completely covers me
 
This thing has a name  
But I cannot speak it
It has a point  
But I dare not seek it  
 
I'm encapsulated by fear
Afraid to face myself
Disregarded and cast away
Like an old paint can on the shelf
 
Each new day brings the same
Unbridled fear and shame
Shackled  by these chains  
Desperate to remain sane
 
I stumble through the daily grind
Always feeling left behind
Does anybody care?
Can't you see I'm in despair?
 
Then one night while laying in bed
I heard a voice inside my head
It thundered through my soul  
And said its time to take control
 
"I've heard your prayers me son" it said
"its time to remove  this blanket called dread"
 
From that point on I started  to see
This blanket of dread is leaving me
I now see life through faith colored glasses
And encourage those like me
To get off their asses
 
Life's to be lived not worried about  
This is the message about which I shout  
I still battle against slipping into regression
But now confident I can beat this thing called depression