Paragraph 1, Poem = Depression Grew
October 19th 2008 01:44
experiencing for weeks actually were. My depression, began with panic attacks. I honestly
believed I was going to die. I just knew it was the end. I also believed that I had some type of
disease that was incurable. And then, I thought surely I must be going insane.These attacks
sleep, think, or do much of anything.I weighed about 117 lbs. before this all started.And when I finally went to a doctor I was down to 99lbs. It's odd in a way, that I remember so
well each detail as though it happened today.Because it has been 18 years now.I was so
afraid of everything, the doctor said I was fine physically.But, I honestly didn't believe a word of it. He sent me to a therapist, who pulled out a book and pointed out all of my symptoms. I felt a little better when he told me I wasn't going crazy.But it did nothing to
end these attacks.I began to fear the attacks themselves.Afraid I would have them in public,
I became a hermit, refusing to leave my home.It seemed to consume my whole being.Then
I began to doubt my abilities. So many things, I once did without a second thought, became
confusing and fearful. I cried until I had no tears left.
Depression Grew
A flower bloomed,one winters day.
Within my mind so far away.
Its roots planted firmly in the soul,
were yesterdays grasping control.
Its stem reminded me of life,
that vaguely passed before my eyes.
Its leaves separated at the stem,
reflected times of now and then.
Its petals so uneven stated,
happiness is overrated!
Its color so profoundly dark,
matched the shade of my empty heart.
This flower that did bloom within,
was not a beauty, nor a friend.
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Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
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were yesterdays grasping control.
I often think if a poet gives the reader a bit of background on the origins of the poem it helps immensely in the reading and understanding of it.
Comment by Dianna G
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Absolutely beautiful.
~Dianna
Comment by jan webb
Depression Grew
Broken Wings
It came to me on a lonely day.Not too long after
I got sick. But I am a lot better now. I don't expect
to ever overcome it. 18 years is a long time to wait.
But I have learned to live with it. Thanks, for your
comments and your time...Jan
Comment by Dianna G
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That is a long time-I feel like three years and a bit has been an eternity! I'm glad it's better now, though.
~Dianna