Being depressed was horrible
beyond belief
scary.
Yet in the deepest of despair
I became somewhat of an empath
able to feel the suffering of others
deep down in my soul.
I’m not a praying person
but I prayed for them all
I cried for them all.
No, I do not hunger
for the return of depression,
nor the storm
that nearly washed me away.
But I miss the wide heart
born from longing,
the luminous sorrow that made me listen to every broken thing as family.
I stood on the precipice
Just hanging in there
And yet
And yet
I still found time to love humanity.
Darkness has loosened its hold
but I remain here,
shaped by what I endured.
An empath
gathering human sorrow
like wildflowers
for the altar of kindness.
I do not hunger for the return of agony.







No one in their right or indeed write mind wants to feel down or depressed .. I found this post/poem very much to my liking indeed it was compelling .. Kind regards, Neville
When you’ve been there, you know
Peter, this touched my heart. Suffering is used to refine and strengthen us, much like a blacksmith uses a furnace to refine precious metals. Stay strong. 🌹🌾🕊️
Alexandria et al
Thanks for reading and the comments.Its nice when others understand not just the words but the author.
Love you all
I’ve had my share of dark thoughts. I don’t want to go back to that place. One can only hope the future is better.