I have been dealing with depression for years now, and one of the best ways I have found to cope with it- is by writing to keep myself busy. Writing is so therapeutic, and sometimes poetry can really speak to your soul. I will share this piece of my soul with you all. I hope that this resonates with some of you and maybe inspires you to try writing. To those who haven't dealt with depression, here is a better look at it.
Sometimes depression means
endless amounts of
meaningless activity
to postpone your routinely scheduled
mental breakdown
keeping your brain occupied
so the thoughts that
occupy your heart
cannot reach the surface
having depression
is like when the check engine light
comes on in your car
you know that something is wrong
but taking it to a mechanic
seems more expensive
than ignoring it
pretending the problem
never existed in the first place
and I haven't let anyone
look inside this damaged mind
in a long time
too busy building walls
as great as the one they built in China
and way more sturdy than the one
built in Berlin
to process, anything happening
it seems my London bridge
is falling down
keep hoping for more days
of ring around the rosy
until I realize that
the nursery rhyme is about the plague
and my mind is plagued enough already.
