A Poem On The Aftermath Of Depression Poem by Matthew Holloway

The weight in these brittle bones
Holds steadfast to the bed
The tiredness of the eyes
Strain to greet the day
The weariness of the soul
Having been through so much
Having sought death in the name of peace
Now must rise, begin again
A life from the ruins
in which it now lays

Such a journey is fraught
With dread, fear and chaos
The is no simple understanding
No easy answers or path to walk upon
No lest it be meaningless
This journey begins with rising
And with rebuilding the self first
And such a beginning is frighting
And that first must be overcome

And the past it shall not be forgotten
The daemons shall not be be defeated
And the night will not be brightly lit
No the truth is far more uninspiring
The truth is about acceptance of the past
About coping with the daemons which haunt
And looking into the night without fear
You do not cure this great illness
Of that I believe whole heatedly

You must rise up and face it
You must find a way to live with it
You must believe in life and love
You must trust in yourself
You must live and be alive