Sea of Depression, by Kristin Subscribe to rss feed for Kristin

I slip into a pool of sorrow
Formed from all the tears I have cried.
Why do I keep trying
When everything I want is just beyond my reach.

I'm tired of the hurt and constant struggle
The waves of frustration ebb and flow.
I try to swim to safety
But the waves crash over me and I go under.

Drifting aimlessly, I gasp for air
Salt stings the wounds that have not healed.
A burning sensation, so similar to the depression
That I have become so accustomed to.

Suddenly the waves subside
A light breaks through the surface.
Hands reach in and pull me out, rough and beaten
Battling the hatred and angst to save me.

The sunlight warms my face and dries my skin
Droplets of pain and anger evaporate into the air.
The bright light of hope stings my eyes
And out of instinct I shield them, defenses up.

Standing slowly, I walk into the water
Let my toes feel the coolness of the water.
A slight current tries to pull me in, back to the darkness
But I resist.
I withstand the temptation.
I feel strong.
Posted: 2010-04-27 02:50:02 UTC

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2010-05-11 15:02:20Convalescence
This is so beautiful! Keep it up!