In their eyes

It creeps with stealth to take control
Intent on consuming body and soul
Day becomes as one with night
Without laughter or joy to entice the light

Each day gets harder to greet the morning
Tears cascade without warning
Someday's it's easier to stay in bed
And wonder if you would be better dead.

The invisible pain can be seen by all
except you from behind your inner wall
You try to find the strength from within
To get off your knees and live again.

Then one day you see the expression
When you finally mention the work depression
The horrified, pitying look of fear
And you will no longer be their equal.

Like a daffodil bulb buried deep
As spring sun shines you watch them peep
So maybe in time depression will be,
simply an illness, not definitive me