“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!