Depression
What makes a sigh turn into a smile?
What changes rain into dew for a
while?
What chases the thunder with fluffy
white clouds?
What stops the loneliness when lost
in the crowds?
How does the rainbow shine with
watery rays?
How can you focus through the fog
and the haze?
How can you grasp at the straws
falling down?
How does the paint roll with the
tears of a clown?
When does the pain go in the heat of
the sun?
When will the laugh come when all is
undone?
When is the soul free of unfettered
dread?
When can the fear not be left
unsaid?
Where is the friend who says ‘You’re
not alone’?
Where is the voice on the end of the
phone?
Where is the hammer shattering the
glass wall?
Where are the pieces that crackle
and fall?
Who can hold on through the raging storm?
Who can restore whirling tempests to
norm?
Who can silence the crumbling of
mind?
Who can sit quietly, until it’s behind?
Why is it so hard to hear and be
heard?
Why is it hard to condense to one
word?
Why is it considered a temporary
low?
Why can it kill to try overthrow?
Will you be the one who extends the
hand?
Will you lead the one out of his
hellish land?
Will you answer the call because you’re
a friend?
Will you listen to their point of
view in the end?
Hear them? Be near them? Understand them?
Protect?
Hug them? Don’t bug them? Hand
extended? Respect?
Hold them? Don’t scold them?
Befriend and forgive?
Light up a dark corner, a small
reason to live?
Can you make a sigh turn into a
smile?
Can you change rain into dew for a
while?
Can you chase the thunder with
fluffy white clouds?
You can stop the loneliness when
lost in the crowds.
©Ruth
Morrison 2014
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