Depression is An Ocean

Living like an ocean tide

~ is hard enough to do.

An endless e b b and f l o w,

of sorrow and glow,

with few to understand you.

Never knowing when the next wave will surface,

a deep fear of unknown ache.

What once was solid ground,

becomes unstable with emotional quakes.

Drowning with each incoming tide;

breathing when it resends.

Troublesome to love yourself;

arduous to maintain a friend.

The swells never stop;

even when they can, and will, drift away.

Winds will blow them closer soon enough,

weather is unchanging that way.

Emotional storms;

isolation forms;

loneliness is safe;

- few are willing to ride these waves.

Unwanted is this sea;

while it can be beautiful – it can also be misery.

Many moons transform depths to shallows,

fullness to hollows;

freedom to swallows;

delight to wallows.

Can the ocean be tamed?

Will these waves refrain?

What would Marine be – without the waves that make the sea?

Peaceful, pacifying collisions;

most are lulled into a calm state of mind.

Those of us enslaved to the waves;

feel the shackles to which we are confined.

A tree cannot control the dirt in which it grows;

a sea cannot decide whether or not the wind wants to blow;

a person cannot change the timing of their woes;

Depression is an ocean;

a depth, not many want to know.

2/17/2017

Chelseigh Rose