DEPRESSION
Sadness and unsatisfaction reoccurred
I ran from shelter to scatter
Thus my life was a mess.
On some days,
There's was no reason to wake except that I did-
Courtesy of the man up there.
Tried to suppress it,
I tried to make it go
But I was too weak.
My routines changed
I couldn't tell how I spend 24 hours
Fighting depression everyday.
My countenance told a different story from what I felt inside
And I constantly argued with myself.
Slowly was life's light ebbing out of me.
Yet I lived!
I remember thinking:
This was how I was going to die
And when the muse on my inside spoke
Faith had been drained from me.
I was been sustained by the Ghost who cared.
On the days I managed to cry,
Tears only flowed in my mind's eye
All the thoughts being processed told me,
Why can't you find help?
Was I not speaking?
Did I appear to be strong?
Why am I not getting help?
The truth is,
When I thought I was speaking,
My voice was hollow in that pit-
Depression was a well without water
My eyes were shut by a blindfold
My heart was ceasing rage.
Just one idea,
One breath outside
Alas! My final cry in the land where I lived
God’s love came through.
@Nsoroma Mensimah
