Chaos forced into structure
Delusion divided from what is real
As the dark poison leaves my system
Death slowly loses its appeal
The tremor gone, my jitter eased
My thoughts get room to expand
I breathe in deeply in relief
As reason gets the upper hand
Slowly the spin in my head screeches to a halt
Allowing my thoughts to sink down and rest
The silence clarifying their error
Making me feel much less distressed
I breathe in deeply as I walk along the path
Relinquishing in this lightness in my head
Smiling as I think about what is to come
No longer feeling the need to go and hide in bed
The muscles in my legs pleasantly ache
As I increase my pace and lengthen my stride
The dog enthusiastically wagging his tail
As it skips happily at my side
With regained strength I walk away from this dark place
Heading towards the three boys in the light
Slowly I feel myself reverting back
My mind no longer shadowed by night.
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Black Poems
PoetryOkay, I am in a major depression and writing about it makes me feel better. So these are very personal and not very funny. Just so you know...
