The truth about…

The truth about…


it’s not pretty like
the poems written about it,
it is sad and lonely
and loves solitude.
It feeds on silence and
screams the loudest.
It comes at dusk and doesn’t
depart at dawn-
it’s a sticker.

It whispers,
In tunes- entrancing,
Into its clutches;
It doesn’t let go,
Makes the cracked, feel
Broken; and the broken,
Feel damaged, and the damaged
It’s a downward spiral.

It’s defeat-able,
It’s not like the switch
on a wall
To be turned,
Off at choice.
A journey it is,
With more bumps than
It is called depression,
Yes- it is real.

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29 thoughts on “The truth about…

  1. Oh my gosh Ameena. This is soooooo good. As one who has had some pretty serious bouts of depression, I can truly admire this piece. Hope is what keeps me afloat.
    I’ve been away from WP for a few months, thanks to a big move and some travel. Just returned, and what a treat to read this from you. It’s seriously well done.
    Please have a wonderful weekend.
    🙂 ❤

    Liked by 1 person

      1. I had a pretty good trip thanks Ameena. A bit stressful at times, but good.
        Hope you are well, and please have a wonderful weekend.
        🙂 ❤


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