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The Well Of Depression
Contributed by
aliopterix
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Monday, 5th April 2010 @ 06:13:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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The Well Of Depression
Two wells, two people, two cages.
One illness ignored throughout the ages.
One is huddled, scared and frightened.
The other, prowling, emotions heightened.
Darkness prevails, a blanket of despair
In panic both chests struggle, crave for air.
One is so passive yet the other active,
A man broken and one who wants to live.
He huddles, arms clasped around his knees
He calls on god to ease, appease
The pain, the lethargy, the shame, he feels,
But darkness, silence witness his appeals.
The other prowls like a shackled beast
Circling his cage his rage unleashed.
He stumbles blindly, arms outstretched
Escape upon his mind, firmly etched.
What hope for these two souls, disparate and in pain?
As a veil of tears falls down as torrential rain.
Has God abandoned them in their hour of need?
Or is salvation within them, a sterile seed?
Remaining still he watches the rain,
The tears from his eyes fall just the same.
He hates himself and prepares to die
His life a chore, not real, a lie.
Eventually he finds the wall.
The rain drives down but he does not fall.
Hand over hand he follows it round
The pounding downpour the only sound.
The water now surrounds his waist
He looks aloft and pleas for haste.
The darkness now is no longer colour,
But palpable and begins to smother.
Circling round and round the flooding floor
He sought in vain an escape, a door.
Reality struck, he was too young
And he raised both hands and found the rung.
What is to happen to these two in peril?
The one, distraught with his heart and soul sterile.
Does God charge the other to drive and to strive
Or is the power within to live and survive?
The waters rose, he waited death
He longed to take that final breath.
All will, all hope was now despair
He longed for total lack of air.
The rungs were rough and rusted red
From other souls who’d climbed and bled.
He knew then now that this was right
To move, to drive, believe and fight.
Self-loathing, hatred, low esteem
Flowed through him like the growing stream.
He blamed himself for all things past,
Prepared to be at peace at last.
At the top he dragged himself clear.
Yet no relief just dreadful fear.
He knew there still was work to do
To help, to save, to rescue, who?
What is to happen to these two in peril?
The one now saved yet in truth just still as ill.
What of the one prepared to take his last breath
A tortured soul who only craves a lonely death?
He looks into the Stygian darkness
Descends the ladder without stress.
He knows his life depends on this
So with haste he enters the abyss.
He hears the voice yet can’t believe
Why me, why now, cannot conceive?
Hands drag him clear of the water.
A lamb released from the slaughter.
He struggled upward, dragged aloft
The other’s voice encouraged, soft.
Escaping from the well of death
He drew a long uncertain breath.
It was some time before they woke
And even more before they spoke.
Two people, a mirror image
Connected by a mental bridge.
What is to happen to those two in peril?
Well nothing from Our Lord or from the Devil.
The negative and the positive are now one
And both live in symbiotic union.
Copyright ©
aliopterix
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2010-04-05 06:13:43]
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Re: The Well Of Depression
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 5th April 2010 @ 07:58:55 PM AEST
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A range of emotions flows through your words with darkness attaching itself for the ride. Imagery raging with hurt and sadness this is a bold write that dares the light to step forward. So much pain but very well written.
take care
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Re: The Well Of Depression
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 7th April 2010 @ 02:22:39 PM AEST
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This is a very astute look into the soul of self struggle. Depression takes on so many different forms and it is often hard to even recognize in ourselves. Your bravery in facing, accepting and seeking during this excruciatingly painful soul search is to be commended. And what an inspiration!! You write with a skill and intellect that captures the anguish and battle of facing demons and surviving. :) Well done. Thank you for sharing.
take care
Seléne ~
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Re: The Well Of Depression
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by ladyfawn on
Monday, 3rd May 2010 @ 10:42:44 AM AEST
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well woven, excellent flow, this story of survival in poem form brings a chill and a breath of gratitude to being alive,
hugs n' love nessa |
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