The canyon’s deep, bottom black, an abyss
Miles away, a great meadow, views of the mountains, flowers, sunshine bliss
And life is this
Walking, along the canyon, in the meadow or in the sage land in between
And it’s no one’s fault if they are staring down into the void or if their vision is filled with the meadow green
It is not ourselves or even circumstance, but the roll of dice by life that decides our scene
They who walk along the rim may turn, stand on the edge and gaze down with hope to end the pain
There are those who, no matter what they do, have no hope to escape the rain
And the meadow belongs to the sane
A single shove is all it would take for the trekkers along the hole
For those in the rain, life would have to propel them along a miserable walk with a high toll
People in the meadow would need one of the mountains to erupt with such force to destroy their world in its whole
Where anyone’s at doesn’t make them weak or strong
Hoping to end the misery, not being in pain, neither’s right or wrong
It’s all a matter of how life leads us along
Regardless of how big or small, there cannot be judgement over what it took for someone to be destroyed
Some strikes, no one can avoid
Everyone’s constantly pushed, some are just closer to the void
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what a hauntingly bleak depiction
yet, in being so
its a tangible thread to survival
for those lost in that self-betraying cycle
of all-things, assumed
as being nihilistically
barren of hope, and scraped-raw suffering...
(glad you're still doing ok
thanks for choosing to share
and letting others know, they're not alone)
It's interesting I share this now given the context, I think. Something bad happened over a year ago which, if you will, caused me to precariously balance on the edge of the canyon. I loaded my hands up with pills in tears before the bathroom mirror a couple of times. Thoughts racing through my mind, the possibility that people in my life aware of what had happened but unaware of my depression in general would think I had done it based off of that single thing because they didn't know I was already close to the edge and that what happened would've been the single shove I needed. Of all things, what saved my life was the fear of that embarrassment. If people understood depression as I explained it here, I may have ended my life. Now, I have been healthy going on a year and choose to do what I can to explain stuff like this!
more power to you!
day by day
baby steps
and someday, we can all aspire
and find our anchor
to that self-belief, we yearn.
Caught me! Good thoughts.........
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