Lonely Journey Poem by Charlotte Morgan

You don't notice that first tiny spec of black that arrives in your mind
Undetected it multiplies, silently slaying all light as you struggle to comprehend
The feelings of sickness that awake you early morning, robbing the body of nourishment, the sudden tsunami of tears and this feeling that something is not right

Your thoughts become black, you fight with yourself to act normal
Constantly talking within, to pull it together, how did this all begin?
Then like the shortest day of winter in very little sunlight you arise
The mind cries, " I can't cope" and the tears flow

A door has been opened and you are pushed inside to a dark forest you don't like
You can't find the door and long strong branches wrap themselves around
They take control of the mind, the body and soul, the world has changed and so have you

You pull back from people and fret about what you have to do
Isolated you don't know how to get through the moment, the here and now
When the emotions are so intense, you want it to end, you know you must seek help

Medication is your friend, talking is your salvation
The journey to feel better has only begun, your symptoms linger on, as you understand the depression,
It is hard to find the way back, the door is still covered with emotions black
It is a lonely road that few understand.