Depression now a broken toy
depression is now a broken toy
that was never a joy just a frustration
that doesn't need to be repaired
nor stared at from your window pane
we're not inviting friends to play with it
since never again will the gifts brought be given
away nor re gifted there's no need for any unwrapping
nor putting these feelings upon some special shelf
merely adding it to the broken pile
that we no longer need because it's useless
as the driver takes it away never to be seen again
we can now run with glee throughout every room
of our minds grateful for the freedom to be our whole
selves with new ideas we've never met because they
were forever beyond the barricade of unworthiness
which has withered away revealing fresh ground
bursting with energy and ideas that is not afraid
of the dark or the light because understanding breathes
within the chambers opening the shades of power
singing welcome to your life yet lived we're so
glad to be heard by the peace that has blossomed here.
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Greetings Deborah,
This is an excellent poem of a success story, acquired through the overcoming of the monster better known to us all, as depression....Your manipulation, of it's attempts to overcome you, yet instead you beat it to the draw, packed it away for ever and basted, in the glories of your accomplishment, is one we wish all battling this deficiency, could experience one day in their lives and not only accept it's defeat but assist others, to place this harborer of emotions, out of commission as well and be able, (just as your description in this poem), to rejoice in their new found way, of a life whole once again and brand new..You did a grand job with this poem, of a fight with this parasite, which resulted in a success story.....Keep writing you do it quite well and did in this poem..
Kind regards,
Jim