There are risks and costs to action. But they are far less than the long-range risks of comfortable inaction
I sat in a room alone.
Dark and cold.
Evil thoughts bombarded my mind as I wrapped my arms around me.
Frail. Sick. Dumb. Ugly.
I looked for ways to escape--- to run.
I could found none.
The evil thoughts continue to race through my mind.
Where is the light?
Where is peace?
I cry in despair.
I have no hope.
The darkness engulfs me.
The weight burdens my soul.
In pain, I suffer.
I cry out in my despair for Hope.
Hope reaches out to me.
I cling on Hope tightly.
I feel my burden slowly lifting.
As I keep holding on to Hope,
I feel lighter.
A smile starts to form.
My life has begun.
I am on a hiatus (longterm hiatus) and I wanted share you this poem I wrote several days ago.
I thought it was deep and relatable poem for the folks in depression and maybe you can find some hope. "Hope" symbolizes Jesus Christ, who can bring people out of depression....
I don't know how to write good poems, but this what I felt would express the feelings of depressed folks.
Hope you enjoy!