Stella Prah
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read

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