Don’t dwell on it, I’m told,
I’m sure it will all be alright;
but they’re not living in my world.
The place I’m in doesn’t look like that,
my space is cold,dark and scarily familiar,
it has no hope, no light, no warmth;
but it does have a name – Depression.
And it has lots of residents, all like me
wandering around on auto-pilot
performing on cue.
So when you speak to me from the light,
don’t admonish me
for recognising my reality.
Accept where I am and wait, hope if you want
because when the walls of Depression fade;
I’ll come back.