Deception of Depression

Brilliant write, raw emotions and very moving.

Kirsty….Depression has a way of forcing an individual to detach part of themselves making them incomplete and quite incapable of handling their dilemma.  They become a mystery inside an enigma as they hide from themselves.  This is an excellent write, however, inducing and maintaining physical pain has consequences…it leads you in the opposite direction of friends, family and most importantly YOU.  Your poem should have also included this aspect regarding deception.  Someone in this position is deceptive also…they hide emotion.  The hatred is an entity, an enemy that speaks lies…because deep down inside you are so very beautiful that that fact must be hidden from YOU.  Examine your "gut" when you write about anything…the poet excavates the raw and bloody, the splendor and the beauty, the truth and the lie, the pleasure and the pain.  Keep writing!  val

Hello Kristy,

Very pretty poem, of embellished hurt in disguise, vowing for the moment to rear its ugliest of eyes..A world of loneliness, is its existence, all bottled up and so entrenched, is this thing we come to know and call (depression), that it deceives the will, to want to go on living, although fortunately, the human emotions, contain its remedy and key to its demise, better known to you and i, as love and hope for a better understanding of a tomorrow, yet to arrive, super over laden with compassion, for those of its affliction.... Depression is a sad  world, to have to resign yourself to, in your head and heart, with no one willing to assist, in pulling you up from and safely back home, once again....Great rendition, is this poem, of this thief and master of  despair and you are a strong minded and beautiful young lady, that has proven to this master of deception, that in your heart and mind, there exist no room for its intrusive interlude...

Great poem Kristy and job very well done and delivered,

Jim    

Kirsty Logan

A short, but nice verse

" I am not the person you behold,

Deep down inside my blood runs cold,

A hatred of myself a single mind cannot contain,

I can withstand the physical, but never the emotional pain.."

Wonderful write. Great feelings. My applause on your winning nomination. 

Between the lines: Depression is like that while you're vanished in the forest; it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost the way to life. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered off the path, that you'll find your way back to the correct path  any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore. But, keep away from those sad feelings, smile away and come back to reality and life  

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

love this! reminds me of myself. I totally relate to your poem. beautifully written!

Kirsty Logan

As I said before, Hatred is equivalent to love, the more you hate, the more you love, like life and love.Loving is easy, living is difficult. Congrats on your winning nomination

I quote my most liked lines:

I am not the person you behold,

Deep down inside my blood runs cold,

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI