DEPRESSION By: Cora Morales Who’s the invader eroding my joy, unrelenting in his hold on me? He causes so much conflict, confusion, anguish, fear and anxiety He comes and goes as if he is in sole possession of my entire being And yet in his absence those precious moments are so freeing He’s a predator in the dark attacking me then leaving me exposed Invading my psyche distorting every thought and deed supposed He revels in my submission as if it were such a colossal defeat Loves seeing this pitiful soul unable to arise unable to retreat Throughout this emotional foray I’m an irrepressible sobbing heap Content to acquiesce a day, in a week or month of peaceful sleep I always thought I could cage this marauding invisible pesky intruder But I need my Prosac if I don’t take it I become obnoxious and ruder But as the sun rises so do I stronger and more prepared then before Because I’m taking my medications I’m not forgetting them anymore For today I’ll live each moment as it comes in hopes of something better I won’t take joy for granted I’m learning how to live my life to the letter
Posted on: Tue, 30 Jul 2013 21:59:16 +0000