Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 December 2019

Wishful Dreaming (November 24, 2019)

Silence grows
Like a metastasizing cancer.

Every day
Struggle for words
Slipping furthermore
Into darkness.

Leaden skies
Fill horizons
With soul-destroying
Numbness.

So easy
Release control
Surrender to madness.

Knowing
Azrael's blade
Brings final closure.

Some call me
Coward taking
Easy way out.

I ask:

Where were you
When I needed support
Countless times
Beaten up?

Attacking
My gender orientation
And sexuality.

Holy affront
To your religious values.

Laughing hyena
Leading pack
Of rabid children
Attacking me.

That's where.

Sighing 

Is it too much
To ask for
Inner silence?

Laying bare
Those abusive memories
Triggers stripped.

Embracing 
An expanding sense
Of self-worth and tranquility.

Something
You'll never understand
In a century of Sundays.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: How depression is experienced by me, and some of the events that have caused it.

Monday, 21 October 2019

October Rain (October 16, 2018)

Hello Darkness
My old lover
We meet
Once more.

As the Heavens
Open up
With frigid tears
On my face.

Soul cries out
For justice
So long denied
In coming.

Forgotten
What true freedom means
Against the repression
I've lived.

Voice muted
Shouting
Against the sins
You've hid behind.

Words - pale shadow
Of what they were
Not so long ago.

When I stood up
In counting myself
Among your foes.

Now
Nothing more
Than a faded memory.

Like autumn's
Fallen leaves
Filling my soulscape
With their colourful display.

As I wipe
These tainted reflections
From my soul.

Therisa © 2019  

Author's note: I started writing this, as another October storm drenched Toronto, in rain. Darkening my mood, to stay in bed today. As I worked on various poems.

Friday, 17 May 2019

DEPRESSION (ACROSTIC) (November 28, 2011)

Despondent
Ebbing
Pain
Regressing
Exile
Sleepless
Sluggish
Intense
Oversleeping

Numb

Therisa © 2011

Saturday, 29 December 2018

The Dreaded Talk (December 22, 2018)

Stand before you
Trying to read
Your body language
And failing.


Having shared
My deepest truth
Who I am.


Many would label me
Mentally ill.


Doing nothing
Is killing me
Each passing day.


It's not a fad
Or sexual fetish
Just whom I am.


With or without
Your approval
And support
I must go forward.


Living my life
As meant to
Regardless
Of our relationship.


Knowing
You'll blame yourself
In my need for change


Please understand
Nothing you have done
Or didn't do
Has cause this.


I'll always love you
No matter
Your answer.


Therisa © 2018


Author’s note: Whether we label ourselves; as gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgendered.
The hardest thing is coming out of the closet to our love ones and friends. I say this, from
very personal experience of outing myself to my mom, on July 1, 2006 (Canada Day). I
wasn’t prepared for her sudden arrival at my apartment, having promising me that she
would leave alone on for the holiday long weekend. I tried to explain, her eldest “son”
was her “daughter” that nature had denied her, so cruelly with a stillborn birth, before me.


Being depressed, in my default emotional state. In the past decade, I have been depressed,
even though, I have taken several different types of antidepressant. At one time, it was a
cocktail of 4 different drugs. Sadly, my body reacted strongly against most of these
medications.

Her outright rejection, fueled by ignorance and fear, tipped me, into a month long suicidal
depression that almost ended my life, on July 3rd and 4th, as I reached out to a friend. Who
spent several hours over the phone, talking. Walking me back, from the ledge that I was
going to end my life, with a sharp object, in the bathtub.

Saturday, 8 December 2018

Heart And Soul (February 10, 2008) (Original formatting)



Outside, the world was covered
In a blanket of white
Slowly, dissolving
Under an unusual early February rain
Looking like moths
Been feasting on a wool blanket.

Matching my mood
As an old comfortable blanket
Discarded, for not giving anymore warmth
Toss away
Without a second thought
Passed the best before date.

Where did we go wrong
I keep, asking myself
Even though, a year has passed
The hole in my soul, hasn't healed
Instead, it has festered and become infected
Spewing out puss.

Why did you choose leave, than
You knew about the weather forecast
What the back roads are like
At this time of the year
Barely passable, at best
Otherwise, treacherous.

Knew how you hated
The time, that i've to work late
Worrying about my long drive home
Frantically, pacing the hallway
Til, i enter the house
Greeting me with passionate hugs and kisses.

Realizing, i wouldn't finish on time
Phoned you, to break the bad news
Promising to pick-up dinner
You seemed distance
Wish, i knew why
Would give up my job for you.

Murphy's Law
How i hate it
Everything went wrong at once
Delaying me, an extra hour
Only, if that hadn't happened
You may still be here.

But, no
Fate had other plans for us
Pulling up, the long snow swept driveway
I saw a sight
Forever engraved in my mind
And, heart.

Police cruiser, parked in front of the house
Fear filled me
Imagining the worse
Never expecting it, to happen
Slowly, i approach the cruiser
Dinner, in hand.

Young female officer
Stepped out of the cruiser
Approaching me, with a grim face
Stopping, i dropped the take-out
Fainting
Quickly, she caught me.

"Ms, are you alright"
Wanted to snarl at her
Do, i look alright
But, held my tongue
Slowly, regaining control
Brushing the snow from my body and the take-out.

You followed me, into the house
Before, speaking
Sitting at the empty kitchen table
You broke the news
Not possible
You're lying to me.

Flashed through my mind
As anger, turn to grief
Tears, running down my face
Hope, a faint glimmer on the horizon
Asking you, the question
I dreaded to hear, confirmed.

"Is Miriam, ok
Did she survive"
Please, let her live
Begging, silently
"Was Miriam, your daughter?"
A question, rather than an answer.

"Yes"
Quickly, i answered
Feeling the weight of the world upon me
Barely, hearing your reply
"I'm sorry"
No,no, not my baby, too.

Past year, was a blur to me
Don't even remember
Who made all of the funeral arranges
Slipping through the year
In a haze of tranqs and anti-depressants
Until, now.

Carefully, sweeping the grave marker clean
I stood, silently
First time, back since the graveside service
Need to put yours and Miriam's spirit at rest
Before moving on
As, i heal.

"Goodbye, Sarah
Take care of Miriam, for me"
Digging into my pocket
Removing Sarah's unread letter to me
Lighting the letter, with a lighter
Letting the wind scatter the burning ash.

Without, a second glance
I headed away
The world seemed a little colder place
As, if my heart had perished, too
Tears streaming down my face

As, i leave my buried heart and soul.

Therisa © 2008

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