Depression

1 John 4:18 

18 There is no fear in love, but perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears punishment has not been perfected in love.

 

Depression

 

If waking in the night brings up fears of yesterday

If opening our eyes paints a bleak canvas for the future

If grasping for a straw seems the only way

Then surely possibilities are there for the reaper

 

If uncertainty walks hand in hand with your vision

If confusion holds your reasoning in a basket

If your freedom consists only of asking permission

Then surely view your world from a casket

 

If you only want to travel to a place called: “Rest in Peace”

If you are totally content with the smell of plastic flowers

If you love to see your name on a marble marquis

Than you are trying to get by on your own power

 

It the only name you enjoy is the one you have

If the sound of it strikes your fancy

If you can’t smell of your bottom half

Than I hope you’ll find someone to change your “diapy”

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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