I’m depressed
My soul feels forsaken
My bones are aching
Screaming out despair!
I feel trapped within my soul
And imprisoned within my thoughts
Each breath feels borrowed
Like time I did not ask for
The night comes too early
And the dawn
Too distant to believe in
I reach for peace
But my hands only grasp more silence
The kind that mocks, not mends
Yet somehow,
In the quiet collapse
Between sobs
A whisper stirs
Not loud, but deep
It says:
You are not your sorrow.
You are not the storm.
There is a balm
Not in the escape
But in the waiting
Not in answers
But in the One who holds the weight
When I no longer can.
I press my hand to my heart
A fragile beat, yet it still drums
Still fights
Still hopes
And maybe that is enough
To know I am not abandoned
Even when I feel alone
To believe light can still find me
In this wilderness of thought
My soul is restless
But not ruined
My mind is weary
But not lost
And in this ache
I begin to make room
For healing