The Sadness
Warm tears pool at the bottom of each eye.
You look at me with love and I know you’ll ask me why.
There’s so much to be thankful for, so many gifts in life.
So many people worse than me , so many more with strife.
I try to rise above it. I try to claw my way
Up and out of darkness. Today’s not a ‘good day’.
There’s something pressing down on me. Darkness all around.
And even though the sun is out, I only see the ground.
Like walking through a muddy stream, so hard to push ahead.
The plans I’ve made must fall away, I need to rest instead.
Medication and advice- only go so far.
Days like this I feel like I am squeezed within a jar.
You see me through the glass but my view is so blurred.
We have such a happy home, it all seems so absurd.
Overwhelmed and overcome I’m not really thinking straight.
I know you want me to be well. And wouldn’t that be great!?
But when the sadness rises up and pushes me back down
I just need understanding, no need to make a sound.
Just love me as I am today and I’ll return to you.
Pray that I will find my way and see the day anew.
Written for my friends that battle depression.
