Don´t Allow Depression To Be Your Voice

I remember how it was back then, and not so long ago.,

I loved our life so much , back then, Why can´t I let it go?,

My brain is understanding, the NOW is all that matters,

"Today" is where we live our lives,not in pasts that shattered.

Yet , however much....My sense.. It knows....

My heart will not let go.

My brain, it knows the "now" can shape whatever´s in the future,

Yet , what is that to me?. My interests don´t lie there.

My mind and heart do no planning.

Imagery of joys ahead never fill my mind.

My mind and heart are in that place,

That life I left behind.

Sometimes, I am too hard upon myself,Depression can take over,

And covers all my thoughts while I feel I am nought.

When depression does the talking, my thoughts become a twisted truth,

My memories askew.

I look at beauty in the mountains and the forests,

Yet beauty is not the thing I see,

It´s not the Atlantic Ocean, so it holds no beauty there for me.

This is depression talking, I should remember this,

My mind--- it knows the beauty is there,

My mind-- it knows my daughter is near,

Depression says......It´s not enough, I need to go back home.,

Depression doesn´t see the joy of love from one long , loyal, marriage.

When depression speaks... the woods are bare...there´s no fresh air,

Only smog and grey despair., lonely streets with fear at every corner,

All this is only when depression speaks.

Who would not love a daughter close and helpful,?

Who cannot see the beauty of the forests?

The mountains and the lakes, people come from miles to visit.

Yes , only when depression speaks, ........

,

It´s time I silenced this great enemy. Not let depression do the talking for me.,

My mind.... It does know better...If I fight with all my might,

Then soon the smog gives way to light.

And I shall see beauty all around me.

Be grateful for a husband who truly loves me,

One step at a time, depression must be buried, buried deep.,

Dig the deepest hole...bury it and stomp it down.

Then look up to the stars at night, wish or pray

That joy prevails and gratitude for life..

However hard the struggle, I cannot afford to let depression speak,

I have to fight , see goodness, beauty as endless sights.

See through the smog to mountains fair, and lakes so blue

And freshened air with bluebirds singing,,let me be singing too.