Depression has a grip on your soul... struggle to find the hope that will save you. |
Depression stretches out its long fingers Grasping you and holding on With a steely grip So tight it threatens To suffocate the life out of you. Its blackness lingers Like the plague Dragging you down Into a never ending pit of despair. Your thoughts eat at you, Twist your mind So that you are bound To the negative visions That strip you And leave you bare. But there is an intrinsic hope That blooms and grows Its branches stretch out to save you In the flickering of its bounty You catch glimpses. In your blackened state You flail, hoping to make contact; Hoping to pull yourself out Of the quick sand That has engulfed you. You struggle Knowing this is the way; The way back into your life Where white hope and love Brings the colours back; Back into vibrant view And blackness falls away Running like roaches For the sanctity of the shadows. Unbound you float... Wide eyed in the pureness That has found you, Saved you, Enlivened you back to wholeness. Love has found a way Back into your soul. 41 lines. Prompt for: Jan 29, 2016 (Fyn) ▼ |