Depression

Depression

Depression hovers 'round me.
It surrounds me,
smothering the joy

It scrambles my thoughts
and lays the blame on me
for this malady.

It is a greedy beast
that leaves my heart a vacuum,
hording all my hope.

No mortal hears my screams;
no earthly eyes can see my tears.
I fade into its darkness.

A morsel of sanity breaks through,
and I grasp at it. It is life or death;
I must take hold of it.

Slowly, I creep toward the light,
pulling myself from the cavernous pit,
vowing to do whatever it takes to live again.

The pit stands today, threatening
my well-being. With purpose and tenacity,
I measure my steps carefully.

For now, this moment, I am okay.


Pat Nelson
May 16, 2008
Revised March 14, 2013