The days feel long. Shadows blanket the walls and I sit for hours contemplating everything and nothing. How does one exist outside of one’s self? My angst overshadows any semblance of joy I once had. The room is dark when I realize that I haven’t eaten. Hours have passed. The day stretched out before me when my feet touched the floor this morning and my promise to myself to not let today be like every other day was forgotten. How does one exist outside of one’s self? Perhaps the moon will tell me and tomorrow won’t be wasted.
darkness whispers
a feint echo
a heavy cloak choking
a muted world
a forgotten dream
all colors have lost their gleam
how does one exist outside of one’s self?
maybe the moon will tell me
days stretch out before me
sleep a constant battle
I can’t find solace
there’s no silence in my mind
there’s no peace of any kind
how does one exist outside of one’s self?
maybe the moon will tell me
words feel like they’re becoming trapped inside
I long for a gentle breeze
for simpler things
a hint of grace
what’s happening in this strange place?
there’s only hollowness inside my soul
hope has become a whispered prayer
how can I break these chains of despair?
oh, moon can you tell me please
how does one exist outside of one’s self?
I know that kind of depression. I had to pull myself out of the worst pit I had ever been in. There is a light at the end.
This was a moving piece.
There is.
Pulling yourself out is a full-time job and exhausting. It may be the hardest job some of us ever have.
It’s nice to see you on the other side.
Thank you for your kindness.
You’ve written good ‘stuff’ before but this one plucked my heartstrings,it’s very very good.
RUOK?
Thank you Peter.
I’m good. I just thought I’d switch up a bit, keep you on your toes.
Been there before, more often than I’d like to admit. Powerfully penned, Adira. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian.
It’s an old write but I thought it deserved to see light. Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed about. If more people spoke about it more people would be comfortable to seek help.
I’ve been there to but not to the extent you were.
Great words and music.
Depression affects everyone differently but darkness is darkness.
Thank you, dragon.
I’ve battled depression as a symptom of schizophrenia since age 13, around the time I started to write for therapeutic reasons. Adira, it’s a lovely spill and one I can heavily relate to! Bravo! 👏
Thank you, Daniel.
I’m glad you found writing as a way to not only cope but a way to help soothe yourself.
hello beautiful poetess this is so beautifully expressive I suffer like this I can’t escape myself ever even I sleep I dream I’m happy you are in a better place 💕
Thank you, Brenda.
I never lose sight of where I’ve been. It gives me the ability to relate and connect with others in ways that some can’t.
I hope you have brighter tomorrows.