Poetry by
Until The Darkness Lifts
I wasn't quite myself back then
And I could not see why,
But then the sleepless nights began
And all I did was cry.
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The tears were just for me to bear
I couldn't show the truth,
I felt pathetic, useless, weak -
Hid feelings like a sleuth.
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Binge eating chocolates, crisps and cake
I always laughed it off,
"I can't diet for Heaven's sake"
In secret I would trough.
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The darkness had descended then
Though I was still in work,
I couldn't let the nightmares go
And didn't want to shirk.
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I started snapping at my friends
Some people I'd avoid,
They didn't like me anyway
I'd gone so paranoid.
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And all the while my smile remained
I giggled, laughed and joked,
Nobody near me knew my pain
Depression - it was cloaked.
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I tried to do my very best
To do the job I love,
But awful thoughts they would not rest
And I needed a shove.
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That shove for me it came one day
A victim of assault,
A member of the public he
Struck with a thunderbolt.
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I didn’t see his fist approach
He hit me oh so fast,
I should have stopped him doing more
But this time I had crashed.
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The tears flew out they wouldn’t stop
And I could do no more,
I’d now got to my breaking point
And did myself abhor.
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And now this ‘frontline hero’ needs
To take time out you see,
Reflecting on what I’ve become
I don’t recognise me.
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I didn’t want to burden you
With how I felt this time,
You’ve got your problems and your lives
You don’t want to hear mine.
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And this is what depression wants
For you to be alone,
To make you feel that no one cares
Somehow your life’s postponed.
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Depression can take many years
To rear it’s ugly head,
It’s one huge master of disguise
And sadly it’s widespread.
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It comes in many shapes and forms
Sneaks upon you with stealth,
An illness which can take its’ toll
And wreck your mental health.
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Depression has its enemies
Though it won’t tell you so,
It wants to keep you in the dark
Does not want you to know.
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It’s biggest enemy is speech
To talk, engage and know,
Those feelings, thoughts, the fears and lows
Will not always be so.
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So if this poem strikes a chord
With someone that you know,
Or if it hits a nerve with you
Don’t be alone, let go.
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Let go of the perceived stigma
Of what people will think,
Let go of fighting on your own
Of being on the brink.
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Instead be strong, you know you can
Get back to how you were,
Before darkness took hold of you
The life you did prefer.
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You truly are just amazing
To work on the frontline,
You will get back to how you were
Just one step at a time.
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Take one each day, a tiny step
With fierce resolve or drifts,
And know that we’ll be there for you
Until the darkness lifts.
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Copyright 2017 Marie-Claire @ Busy Bee Poetry