Facing the dark

by Dagmar Wilson   Feb 5, 2019


Depression is real
weird thoughts live in my head,
not evil just sad all the time.

I cry easy
hide under the covers,
like to watch the sun.
Don't get me wrong.

I adore nature
draw pictures,
watch flowers grow.

Standing at the edge of the cliff
facing the darkness
I leave that alone.
Life is precious.

They call me sick
they call me crazy
judging is plain ignorance.

I've been on this flight as long as I can remember
have fallen and landed on my feet,
I have accepted this desease.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Wow, this is profound. X

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar,
    A very deep write, that resonates on many levels with me. Each line sank into my heart and the poem as a whole, is so well said in your way. a really well-written piece lady, albeit dark and sad.
    Sending you warmth and hugs, M :)x

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This poem sums up what depression means to me perfectly: not just disliking life and all it entails - far from it. Recognising its beauty and positives perhaps more than others because of your sensitivity, but also feeling the darkness more for the same reason.

    Loved this, Dagmar,

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