I come
without warning, in a darkness descending,
Placing
you at risk, toward a despair unending,
Battled
and fatigued I joust you about,
And fill you with all kinds of
tremulous doubt.
I make you
wake up with horrendous thoughts,
A season like
this I make you all out of sorts,
All you’ll
want to do is go straight back to sleep,
To go to that place where
unconscious is deep.
When it’s
time to go out, I make you horribly aware,
At times
like this you’ll have little confidence to spare,
And within
the crowd you may feel desperately alone,
I am Depression and I cause you to
groan.
You wonder
why you have no appetite for food,
A life
turned upside down and no stability of mood,
Weight
loss or weight gain beyond your will,
I have come in to make you
anything but still.
Some of
the hours seem like a whole day,
The clock
ticks so slowly, the hands seem to stay,
One day
like this and you’ll know me so well,
One day like this and you’ll be
desperate for a spell.
I am Depression
and in the grip of me,
There’s
every reason for you to doubt what is to be,
With the
present, as it is, so incredibly unsure,
No wonder you’re in the mood to despondently
deplore.
I am Depression
and I’m nothing to dismiss,
Anybody
who would, would be horribly remiss,
I’m a
serious problem, you better be sure,
Don’t take me lightly, or you’ll
get more.
The
earlier you get to me and shake me loose,
The better
the chance you have of coming to a truce,
I’m to be
respected—don’t take your chances with me,
Leave me unattended and I’ll have
a spree.
Lucky
these days mental illness’s more than ever okay,
You’ll
need all the support you can get, so don’t delay,
Go see
your doctor, a friend, and a counsellor too,
‘Meds’ and prayer help so much when
we are blue.
I am Depression
and if only you can know,
I hold
nothing against you even though you are low,
Later you
will see there’s no reason to self-condemn,
Later you will see you have always
been a gem.
I am Depression
and once you’ve known me,
You may
have more compassion to simply agree,
That many
in this life are scourged beyond reason,
Then we hope they, too, can get
through such a season.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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