Beating Depression

by Glenn G   Sep 14, 2019


Lately I have been sad
My ink seemed to be dry
Like that of my life

My chin dragging the floor
My jaw painful and sore

It's time I wake up
Self pity can grow old
Depression can become a vise
Squeezing a tighter and tighter hold

Painful, lonesome, empty and harming
Thank God self awareness can become so alarming

I had to pick up pen and paper
It is time for me to fight
The only weapon I have
Is my desire to write

I am in control of me and I will not give in
When life and depression attack me, it is I who will win

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  • 5 years ago

    by Brittany Klein

    Loved this!!!! My favorite stanza of this piece is here...

    “I had to pick up pen and paper
    It is time for me to fight
    The only weapon I have
    Is my desire to write”

    The way you put that made me feel like it was my own battle with myself. I have used, (and still do), writing as the way to cope. If it wasn’t for that pen and paper I would have lost that battle long ago. The only weapon I have is my pen and paper and the desire to write. To let it all out.

    I loved this as I made me feel every line and understand that we are not alone in this world.
    Great write!

    ~Britt

  • 5 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Depression is a silent killer and many don't understand how it feels to live with depression. With any disability. Depression can and will suck the life out of us unless we find the strength to fight the fight. It does not define who we are. Writing is a good way to express our feelings. Thank you for sharing and all the best to you.

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