Have you seen these eyes of mine?
The tears burned passages in my cheeks,
The passages tell the story of mine,
And haunt me with each untold line.
I could use creams to fill the cracks,
But the cracks would still be there,
New tears use the same burned tracks,
My guard is down, the pain impacts.
Be gone you thief, you have no right,
To use me when you set your sights,
I've walked this road alone too long,
To change my tune, rewrite my song.
You twisted both my heart and mind,
Depression was the name you signed,
But you have no more hold on me,
Cause I have healed, my heart is free.
Have you seen these eyes of mine?
They watched me walk and cross fine lines,
But on the soul train line I rode,
I worked so hard, I shed my load.
The lesson learned in honesty,
Was just to set my spirit free,
And now I live my life each day,
With happiness that I found my way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A journey out of depression, so wonderfully put in verses. It is a poem, every person with depression should read. I was so happy to read the last stanza. Excellent, Sarah!