It is liberating.. I can feel the water drawing me in, entering my lungs and clearing my breath. The voices in my head, the screaming and the dreaming.. It all comes to silence. This is liberating, letting go and not moving a muscle, not trying to resurface. Watching the sunlight scattering all over me like a million falling stars. I can hear some people mumbling around the lake, some shadows. But I’m smiling, I’m letting go. I feel comfortable, it feels like a mother’s womb. Warm, holding me close, washing away all my pain. I can’t breathe no more but look at those tiny bubbles, they’re my life.. I’ll give it all away and what not, to stop these voices inside my head. Look, a tear running down my cheek, it feels warm and peaceful. Should I resurface or let go? I feel like I’m drowning and it’s kinda beautiful…
I’ve walked for miles on a journey too long..
Searching for an oasis, through every right and wrong..
The skies cried a flood when I finally took a nap..
Now all I’m left with is a broken compass, a torn map..
Whichever road I take, it gets closer but I remain far..
I’m a lost traveller and she’s the North Star!
On a dark summer’s night,
a flower so beautiful,
decided to show the world
the most beautiful things
can grow in the darkest of places..
Cursed is the one,
Who feels and feels deeply..
In a world, made of nothing
He shows up in my bed on a night of utter despair…
Making me stay with him for days till I finally begin to repair…
Music is not the healer anymore, food I can hardly chew..
The skies begin to turn dark and everything else is blue..
He feeds on all my attention, making it hard to concentrate..
Concealing it under the mask of humor I tell people; “life’s great”..
They’ll judge me if they see him, consumed by the fear of shame..
A glass breaks thousands of miles away, he tells me “You’re the one to blame..”
He keeps me up at night, barking the loudest he can..
It’s harder to get out of bed and go to work, lookin’ like cavemen..
Pushing me far away from my friends, hitting me with the strongest wave..
My depression isn’t my pet anymore, now I’m his only slave..
If only I can seek help and someone to hold my hand,..
I’ll train my black dog again without needing a magic wand…
P.S. Depression shouldn’t be allowed to grow darker and bigger making easier for it to control us. There’s no shame in asking for help and sharing your true emotions with people close to you. But it’s a shame when we see someone around us suffering and fail to ask “Are you okay, bud?”
©Image courtesy: The scream, Edvard Munch
Shall I not devote my heart,
To the One who holds the mountains firm,
And a myriad of stars in perfect constellations..
For my heart is made of glass..
With a thousands cracks running through..
Been to the mountains of Everest,
and grasses evergreen..
My mother’s wrinkled hands,
the prettiest sight
I’ve ever seen..