A secret lies buried
Deep inside a well
Etched into the stone
A watery cell
Forever hiding my failure
Covering my lie
When I'm feeling down
This is where I hide
I chain myself to the wall
As water trickles down
Forcing myself to read and re-read my secret
Hoping this time I will drown
But death will not come
It forever eludes me
And then I realize
It's not meant to be-
Not this way at all
I am actually happy with my life
I am content to simply be
Someone's mother, and someone's wife
So why, I ask myself
When I'm feeling so low
Do I think such dark thoughts
But it's my secret, I know
A child of depression
From not one parent, but two
It seems the disease also plagues me
I cannot escape being blue
I try, when happy moments I find
To hold to them very tight
So when the blues come
I am prepared to fight
I remember so much pain and dark
I remember so much joy and light
Family trips, fun times
Loud fights late at night
A sick cycle
Up and down- constantly
And it feels as if
It has been passed to me.
I don't know how to beat this thing
But I am sure I will, and then it will be done
The last thing I want is to pass this disease along.
I will beat this for myself, my husband and especially for my son.
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Great Write!
Cerri!!! My Beautiful, kind, caring, loving, thoughtful, wonderful Twin! I soooooo understand this, feel it deep inside. I just went for my med evaluation, and that is one of the main things they were worried about with me. It seems the depression had gotten worse, and the anxiety as a result was tearing me apart. I am now on medication, and have to talk to a therapist once every two weeks. Maybe you should talk to someone, I know you don't like the whole medicated thing, but they have come so far with advancements in medication for depression, you would be surprised. This is deep and powerful and really gets a message across. Thank you for being brave enough to share this! I love you! I wish you all the best, lots of love, lots of warm wishes for you and the husband and the boy. You can make it through this Hon, I know you can.
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I can relate!
This is such an honest poem, which I can relate to all too well. Depression is the silent killer. It affects all family members. And it can crush the one if affects the most. I've lived with it my entire lifetime. Great courageous write. Thumbs up!
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