I've heard my mind shatter thousands of times
I've felt my sanity slipping away
I've felt myself losing a battle against thoughts and suggestions
I've stood above the earth facing down, ready for the fate that awaits me
I've looked around me in this darkness and I only saw the reasons why I'm in such a state.
Looking off the sides of this tightrope I see two fates with the same ending
I walk forward only to feel as if I'm taking steps backward in my recovery
I breathe this air that fills my head with lightweight
Seeing one future that's laid out for me and that's going forward.
I've seen too many people falter on this rope, I knew it would be my turn soon enough
I only have to hope that I will see the light again.
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Author:
Ethan.M (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2021 09:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Walking a tightrope of depression is difficult. You can make it across or fall off. You have to keep your balance or risk falling. This is one of my steps on that tightrope.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Depression is the ultimate tightrope, one that comes on without any warning. There are some great medicines now, but real life practice is needed, and writing about it is one way to help yourself and others.
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