I Take My Power Back!

“It is only in our darkest hours that we may discover the true strength of the brilliant light within ourselves that can never, ever, be dimmed.”

Doe Zantamata

It’s happening again, the ocean of dread threatens to engulf me,

I can feel its waves crashing, drowning, more powerful than a cyclone

The sun, my beacon of hope sets, now I am a lonely being

And the darkness enveloping me is oh so well-known

Descending into a whirlpool of misery and thoughts so distressing

Of profound loneliness, loathing and despair

Somewhere, a faint, sweet voice urging me to rise is perplexing

As a snake called Depression my being does ensnare

The snake glares at me with eyes bright and yellow

Unlike the sun, the amber glow doesn’t saturate me with hope

As the wretched creature pushes me down a road less mellow

Hissing those very words that leave me with no scope

“Loser”, “worthless”, they resound in my broken mind

Striving to destroy the fragments of happiness that still remain inside

Overwhelmed by my desolation, the cliff’s edge I find

But what’s that sweet voice again, this time not muffled, but amplified?

The voice tells me to believe in myself for I am important, worthy, beautiful

My misery should not define me and for life I must fight

Every word it says, the snake’s hold on me loosens and I am hopeful

The pitch darkness choking me slowly gives way to light

As I get free from the beast of self-destruction raging within me

My heart is blithe, and I have a revelation that takes me aback

I am tired of letting my illness taking control, not letting me see

That life is precious, beautiful and there is nothing that I lack

A single voice of reason and hope is all that it took

Voice from deep inside or even friends or family spouting facts

Do not ignore my voice, you must live, be relevant and rewrite your book

And I shout out to the universe: I am taking my power back!