Stumbling upon the blog: thelonelyauthor, I felt a sudden compulsion to share a poem. After throwing away my diary entries and feeling a blush of shame that another might read, I knew that I needed an outlet to express my thoughts without embarrassment. The answer was to write poems about depression.
Or rather, poetry when sad. I’m the kind of person to throw themselves in fully. If I’m in love – I’m truly in love. If I’m passionate about something – that passion is burning. And if I am feeling a little down, that sadness is sheer grief.
That is how I write. It’s therapy to my mind; a release goodbye to ill feelings.
They say that I play the victim,
they say that it is my fault,
but I don’t know how else to be,
maybe I am at fault,
maybe I caused the catastrophe,
if I go on pause,
I can’t picture how else it could be,
I was too young to be.
Describing depression is quite hard for me. I have never been ‘officially’ diagnosed, and the movement comes in waves. This year, I’ve been lucky enough to not receive its poison. It’s been a while in general; I would say anxiety has taken over.
Black fog, thick and dense in surrounding,
I take a deep breath and exhale its smoke,
I can feel my heart pounding,
It’s comforting to my brains memory,
It’s like the sky welcoming the sun,
Although I sometimes want to call it my enemy,
it is like a gap to fill the plain, the raw silence
Poems about depression; words that move people in different ways. It’s always been easier to spill feelings on pain; heartache, loss and despair. The after effects is a sense of freedom.
A sense that I have turned tragedy into artwork; a bad experience to beauty.
Do you ever write poems about depression? Do you find it easier to note words on sadness as oppose to joy?
Here are my other poems: