Depression
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Hope is a Home
Hope is a home Not a hotel An impenetrable castle A magnificent citadel It is not a train In which you hop in and out It is an exploration ship Crossing an ocean of doubt It doesn’t always feel secure It has peaks and troughs But it is a place to shelter in When the… Continue reading
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Above the Waters
I am reaching out From beneath these waves Knowing that my hope Will not be put to shame For my God is with me He will make a way out These challenges I face By His power, I will surmount For it is in weakness That He builds strength It’s in the cracks of a… Continue reading
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Dark Rose
I saw a flower yesterday Hidden among the ash A dark rose Peeking through the burnt grass It was frail But it was there all the same Coming forth Despite the lack of rain I decided to sit with it And watch it grow Ignore the devastation That had laid waste to my hopes The… Continue reading
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Black Hole
Soulless void Deep inside Imploded star Where my dreams died Parts of my soul Lost to dead space Cross the event horizon Never to be replaced Parts of me That I valued and treasured By immense forces of gravity Are torn and shredded So in my heart Sits a dark singularity An immeasurable weight That… Continue reading
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Dark Circle
Dark circle In my brain Drags me beneath The waves again Thoughts revolving I can’t make them stop Jagged voices rising Mine is on the top A black halo Placed on my head Gyrating patterns encrypted With the words that they said Hopeless thoughts Oppressive lies Will flee from the dawn As it starts to… Continue reading
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Hollow Reed
I am the outsider The different one here I am the writer The wordsmith extraordinaire I weave complex patterns In the recesses of my mind Scribble abstract equations To work out what’s inside I am a hollow reed That wails as the wind blows I am mourning church bells Echoing with resonant tone I paint… Continue reading
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The Cure
Writing is the cure To this disease of mine It heals my emotions Brings peace to my mind Life crippled me Writing made me to walk Trauma stole my voice But with writing I can talk Depression struck me blind Surrounded me with dark Writing gave me new vision Lit my path with its spark… Continue reading
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Brokenness
Broken shards in hand Cold tears run down sharp edges All of us have scars Cracks in our inner treasures We hide them in a cupboard Wish they would go away God comes in His mercy And makes a beautiful mosaic Continue reading
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Hope and Fear
What do you do When hope is your greatest fear? When you fear that anticipation Of getting everything you hold dear? What do you do When you fear the light? When you fear the waking dawn Because it always dips out of sight But once you get over That fear of failure You realise that… Continue reading
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False Dawns
Have you ever had that feeling That horrible sensation? That sense of dread When things seem to be changing? When you begin to realise That all you ever wanted Is within your grasp Just moments from being granted? But you’ve been here before And it went wrong last time It was another false dawn Another… Continue reading
