Time is ending
Not long ago it was only the beginning
And now it's nearly the end
It sits here laying on the ground
It can't move
It can't see
It's hard for it to breathe
The sun moves and time is slowly turning
It's heart starts racing
It's feet stretch out
It's head is searching
And It's wings begin to flap
The sun has now set
The clouds are gone and the sky is dark
It no longer moves
It no longer breathes
It's gone now
But I like to think that maybe it's happier now
That maybe in the end it finally got to fly
1 comment:
Hi Laughing 'Gator ... how are you doing? You commented on my now no-longer-updated blog on 27 May.
You can escape from depression in a certain roundabout way I guess. I would say that going from 2 minutes away from killing myself to being happy (sort of) is an escape.
Being happy sort of ... I love my meds as they do not let me sink as low as I was for a long time but they do have, as I am sure you know, their "con" side.
Sure, I can say that I am happy. I am not unhappy. I live in this constant state of between here and there ... I guess it's a grey area between the happy and depressed zones. While it isn't the most wonderful place to be because I don't get any really, really happy times ... I don'y get any down times either. The thing is that I accept being this way and that is half the battle.
I talk to myself a lot whenever I start to feel even a little low ... sort of a kick myself in the ass type of talk and it works for me. So did writing about the depression for about 6 months. It gave me a lot of insight into me and why I am the way I am, how the depression started almost 40 years ago and what it did to my life along the way.
Be well and I hope that you are or can be in the "happy" state that I am.
Good luck.
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