Depression is a hacker
Cracking into my brain
Wiring in hopelessness
Inserting it into my blockchain
It blinds my eyes
To any chink of hope
And deletes any data
That might help me cope
It floods my system
With pulses of dark emotions
Drowning out any thought
That might offer a solution
It weaves a story
Of how I am cursed
Of how everything works together
To try and cause me hurt
But two can play
At this hacking game
I too can rewire
The pathways change
I can unpick his story
Of inevitable failure
By wiring in the memories
Of when I was delivered
I can train my mind
To see those small glimpses of hope
To find the negative lies
And throttle them by the throat
Those waves of emotion
I can learn to surf on top
Use the horizon as a reference point
So I don’t fall off
And as I do
I am slowly changed
And Depression’s work
From my mind, is erased
Hacker

Christ, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Trauma, Writing

Leave a comment