The Nature of Depression
I feel my toes in the sand and look back
I look back at who I was and feel small
I was the sand, soft and pliable and weak
The waves, they used to push and crash on me
They were strong and forceful and full of life
Consequently, the pushed down all of mine
The waves, they sucked the life from me and pushed
it deeper in the sand. I could not breathe
and I felt weak as my life shattered
Shattered to pieces, like the tiny grains of sand
Scattered across the earth, I felt a strong wind
that picked up the pieces of my life and blew them
far away, across the earth while I remained.
My whole life felt empty, broken and dull
"Enough!" I yelled, through gritted teeth, "it's time
for me to feel happy and full, I'm done
feeling worthless and crying each day."
I became the ocean waves, strong and brave.
I crushed my fear, anxiety and tears. I'm ready
to crush my darkness and feel alive, it's time
for me to be the waves, to attack my fears.
To be strong and ready, I will fight the dark
I am the ocean, crashing in, I have fought
my depression and found myself. I am free
I am free to be who I am and I
am free to see the light, the blinding light
of happiness, of flowers and days well spent.
Like the ocean, I am full of life once again.