Dear Depression... (a poem)
That dark cloud, that horrible depressed mood
That down feeling, that hopeless mind-altering state
Whatever the hell you wanna be called
I know you now, I understand your tormenting ways
Your a cycle that provokes fear
But guess what?
I'm not running away from you anymore
I'm stronger than your lies
Your scheme doesn't trick me anymore
Confuses me, yes
But it won't cause me to hide
I will rise and fight
I will endure and persevere
I may not win, but I sure as hell won't lose
I figured you out now
Next time you decide to hit me with an unexpected strike, I will be ready
You see, I'm just anticipating your next move
When you return, I will throw you back to your depressing sea or wherever you came from
And guess what?
I'm no longer filled with hopeless, dreadful fear for your next arrival
Does that mean I won?
I don't know
But it does mean that I'm not backing down from you any longer
My determination to conquer you, my confidence that has began to build within, my hope of better happy days
Will take you to battle
I will fight
I will endure
I will persevere
Maybe you'll get a taste of your own depressing, fear-inducing, traumatizing-like medicine
Until next time, depression...
Nick Wolf 8/3/2016