Saturday, March 3, 2012

Depression

She sits and cries
and stares at walls
loved by so few
if not at all.
How she shines
she doesn't see
ignores her friends
'just leave me be'.
Such a diamond
so very rough
'come and shine me
I need your touch'.
Her silent plea
not heard at all
into her trap
she fall, fall, falls.
She turns away
from the very few
and oh how many
if only she knew.
But she runs and hides
craving to be free,
convinced that love
will never be.
Again she stumbles
she can't be whole
so sure that she's crumbling,
losing control.
Strong arms reach to steady
but she just can't see
blinded by
her uncertainty.
What to do
for this lost soul
how to help her
reach her goal;
while she won't ask
for help to come
realizing she's
so very numb.
We lend a hand
but she pulls back
from a distance,
witness her crack.
Her tears stain down
once rosy cheeks
her eyes, well -
they leak, leak, leak.
Banished away
only can we hope
she somehow find
a way to cope.
The sun is setting
she looks to the west
a final tear falls
with the sun's golden crest.
She heaves a deep sigh
as she studies the stars
finally allowing
her pain to be ours.
Together we work through
all that has passed
and the girl so alone
has found love at last.

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