She Carried On

It’s been a while since you have reared your ugly head

You didn’t announce that you were coming, go somewhere else instead

Bit by bit you try to rob me, one thought at a time

Now I sit here puzzled, trying to make a rhyme

Emotions become numb, yet spark like they are awake

Anxiety whirls around, I feel the ground beneath me quake

I know who you are, my feet have tread here before

I know who you are, making me feel insecure

Some say you are not real; others believe you’re a lie

But they don’t understand what goes on on the inside

There doesn’t have to be a rhyme or a reason

Some this lasts for a bit, others struggle for a season

You are not my friend, you robber and a thief

You left my family devastated; a family marked with grief

This battle is not over, you are not welcome here

For once again this fog will lift, my path will become clear

Do you know what I speak of, does something ring a bell?

It carries a great big stigma, yet makes you feel like an empty shell

This is not my bottom but maybe it is for you

I understand how to navigate these waters, the lies they are not true

Do you know the what a semi colon is, and the authors use?

The author uses it to carry on, conjoining one sentence which should be 2

You see the author carried on, continuing the plot

They didn’t end the sentence with a great big dot

Are we getting anywhere here? Do you understand?

I’m speaking about depression; do you have a coping plan?

I’ve been here countless of times; I’ve got many tools in my belt

I use them all accordingly in whatever season I am dealt

See what I understand is, I’m not the only who feels this way, I am not alone

There are others just like me, where depression has made its home

I’m not speaking of a general sadness or simply feeling blue

I’m speaking of the clinical kind, the kind that rattles you

When. You awake from a slumber it’s right there

Smacks you in the face like a ton of bricks, rumbles in without a care

You spend the day trying to climb out, removing its grasp from you

You rise out of the slimy pit; you do all that you can do

You say it’s not real, I’ve lost three to this invisible disease

It’s all in your head Nichole, get a grip will you please!

It’s not that bad, just stop and smell the roses

Are you so sure with those beliefs and the questions that they pose?

Are you struggling too? Is it coming from your grasp?

Are you sinking, are you sinking, are you sinking fast?

Speak up my friend, for there are others just like you

Speak up my friend, speak up my friend, let your voice ring through

Don’t give up, don’t give up, for this moment too shall pass

Emotions and thoughts change quickly, they usually don’t last

Hold on for yet another day, lift your eyes up to the heavens

And God will reach down his mighty hand, wiping the tears you have been shedding

He is the one, the only being, who truly understands

Express your heart to him, grab a hold of his hand

He will walk with you through the waters of depression, in him find relief

He will never leave your side, replace those thoughts with his word when depression speaks

He didn’t cause the pain for you, his will has good intent

He is not afraid of messy stuff; did you know he laments?

A man marked with suffering, down a lonely road

There is nothing to dark, where his love and compassion can’t be shown

He must part of the equation for your complete mental health

Ask him for guidance and wisdom, for within him is a wealth

He will lead you through the waters, he will direct your steps

And one day you will look back and see all the places that he kept

For today my friend, be kind to yourself and acknowledge that you are not alone

For I am only one that speaks up, and says me too, there are many others unknown

It’s okay, you are okay, there is nothing wrong with you!

I can attest to this unseen disease, I understand. Me too!