DEPRESSION
All
too
often life's great
hopes,
get
overwhelmed
by life's despair;
Depression looms over
a being,
like
a
storm set in
the air.
The
fog of woe
may mist the
heart,
hiding
joy
like clouds do
the sun;
Crying
tears
down like the
rain,
stealing
the day out
from our fun.
Even
the
normal pleasures may
have lost their
touch,
as
if the flowers
have no more
smell;
The
nectars
of life forbid
their taste,
negating
our life to
hell.
Melancholy sings no
songs of love,
as
intimacy
is left alone;
Wining
and
dining can't mask
this disgruntle,
nor
can
drugs disguise this
moan.
Perhaps
its a sign
of a soul
loosening its grip,
or
a fear of
the death of
the body;
A
glimpse
into our form's
finitude,
our
eternity
smothered by the
ungodly.
Sometimes
there
is a question,
whether
to
weather this life
or not;
Suicide
may
become an option,
to
end
this drama's plot.
Or
when we turn
our anger inward,
and
hate our ego's
way;
This
may
also bring depression,
that
hides
the true self's
say.
There
are
many who have
a depressed reaction,
to
a
life event;
A
death,
divorce, or the
weight of debt,
adds
sorrow
to what Fate
has sent.
O
pray
what can bring
us back to
life,
and
put the taste
back to our
tongue;
Guarantee
our
heart's content,
so
our
life song may
be sung?
What can intrigue
the zest for
living
and
clear
the skies of
storms;
Who
can
really dry our
tears,
and
forsake
that which is
forlorn?
Truly, no
one but ourselves
can help
see
light
where there is
darkness;
Especially if our
eyes are closed,
to hide us
from the starkness.
An
when our weakness
of will adds
weight to our
bones,
and
cynicism
tarnishes our mind;
No
pill or potion
can renig this
turmoil,
and
undo
this karmic bind.
Every
life has its
ups and downs,
as
does the climate
which covers the
earth;
Always
we
must bear out
the storms,
and
realize
their depressing worth.
For
with out storms
our land dries
up,
yielding
no
crops to reap
or sow.
Perhaps
the
same with the
storms of our
heart,
which
may
nurture our fruits
to grow.
Some
of us share
in the sorrow,
of
a
world set in
depression;
Disease, famine, tyranny,
greed,
are
trying
to teach us
a lesson.
The
lesson
of caring for
life,
as
the
most precious gift
of all;
With
love, in peace,
may we cherish
life,
as
a
service of our
soul.
For
what is life
without love,
but
an empty, tragic
existence;
A
life
with love and
caring,
overcomes
depression’s
resistance.
Melancholy may be
chemical,
and
have
some response to
medication;
But
pills
are no excuse
for love,
that
proves
the soul's dedication.
So, if
one finds himself
a drowning,
in
the
woos and woes
of life;
Try
love as the
essential remedy,
to
defeat
bitter melancholy's strife.