Door shut,
Lights out.
The beating heart longs to stop,
As the impatient waves come through.
Thunder cracks the smooth shell,
Revealing the trembling creature inside.
She knew it was there,
The suffocating solitude
Covered by that fragile smile.
Alone she stands,
Alone she drowns.
Not a secret anymore,
Not a secret in the dark.
She's not okay.
This is something I wrote a while ago. I didn't know what to blog about today so... "Why not?". As you can see, I'm keeping my promise of blogging more often. And sharing more with you, because you deserve it. I struggle with sharing poems, but that's a whole new story. Maybe some other day. =)
If you have any comment about my poem, any kind of comment, I would really appreciate it. I would like to know what you think about it. If you have advice, and I mean writing or life advice, leave a comment. Oh, and if you feel or have felt the same way, let's share.
Lights out.
The beating heart longs to stop,
As the impatient waves come through.
Thunder cracks the smooth shell,
Revealing the trembling creature inside.
She knew it was there,
The suffocating solitude
Covered by that fragile smile.
Alone she stands,
Alone she drowns.
Not a secret anymore,
Not a secret in the dark.
She's not okay.
This is something I wrote a while ago. I didn't know what to blog about today so... "Why not?". As you can see, I'm keeping my promise of blogging more often. And sharing more with you, because you deserve it. I struggle with sharing poems, but that's a whole new story. Maybe some other day. =)
If you have any comment about my poem, any kind of comment, I would really appreciate it. I would like to know what you think about it. If you have advice, and I mean writing or life advice, leave a comment. Oh, and if you feel or have felt the same way, let's share.
XoXo
Gaby
Gaby
Labels: depression, loneliness, poem, sad
3 Comments:
Hi, Gaby, this is the first time I saw your blog, normally I wouldn't comment on my first visit, but I had recently learnt about depression and the harms it could do to people through a very sad incident(sorry for my ignorance all these years).
I'm not trying to suggest I know any better, in fact I'm one of those who needs to be educated. But one of my friend mentioned that people with a creative hobby tend to be happier. Maybe you can find a painting club/workshop? Step out to the fields and paint colorful pictures maybe? Or volunteering to work with animals? Also, as my mom said she found singing bringing her great happiness, maybe a singing club? I would also suggest going to church but most people would not like the idea, I first went to church because I loved to sing and was afraid to sing by myself....=P
I think the poem is great, Gabs. Do you have more?
amelia:
Thanks for visiting and commenting. I think there are so many things I could do to get out of this, but most of the time I'm just too tired. I hardly get up in the mornings, and sometimes I even talk "normally"... Many have given me the same advice, and I think that means that I should try it. I just haven't done it...
celise:
Thank you. And yes I have more poems. Some worse some better, but there's a lot of them.
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