For Twitter’s DRoad1 group:
DRoad1’s group may be
interested to know that 20 years ago I was diagnosed with depression. If anyone knows how serious a verbally
abusive partner can affect a relationship, then you will understand my bad,
second marriage resulted in depression for me. Depression was my mind’s way to handle
everything bad.
I saw my family doctor
and he referred me to a therapist. I was
put on sick leave at work. I didn’t know
what to do as I had two children and I wanted what was best for them. The first visit with the therapist made much
clear. I needed a divorce.
Worried about telling my
children, I discovered they both wonderfully understood. They said, “Mom, you should
have done this a long time ago.” They
were right.
Once the black clouds
descended closer, I discovered writing, indeed, is therapeutic. I took my son to his marching band performance
at a Memorial Day parade, and took writing materials. While I waited, I started a poem. I worked on it all weekend. It felt good to
write about the depression filling me.
When I gave this poem to
a close colleague to read, she said, “Oh, Cindy, it’s wonderful, but this isn’t how
you feel, is it?” I said, “Yes, Dale, it
is.” She stared at me, and then repeated
the same comment, “This isn’t how you really feel, is it?” I had the same answer as before. Much hides inside, so here’s my first poem I
gave my friend to read.
Depression
Cindy
Sterling
The
Dark Knight --
Intensely
Male,
Exuding
strength and power,
Character
and charm beyond compare,
Entices
me with his inviting smile,
A smile radiating all
the magic of romance.
The
Knight extends his arm
Up
through the inky, bottomless pit of depression,
Reaching
toward me,
Seeking
me out,
Beckoning
me,
Drawing me closer and
closer to his waiting hand,
His arms ready to
enfold me,
Slipping
into mindless oblivion in the black abyss
With
the Dark Knight welcoming me
Would
be so simple, ever so easy,
Painless,
comforting,
And,
above all, peaceful.
With
confidence glowing in his eyes,
And
gentleness and strength inherent in his touch,
His
hand and mine join together
In
ageless, unspoken harmony.
I
step into the dusky mist,
Which
swirls about my ankles
And
rises to caress me.
My
whispered name on his lips is seduction itself,
Drawn
ever nearer by the sweet murmurings,
The
melody enthralls me,
And
I go willingly into the safety of his arms
Which
promise protection from the outside world --
I
only want to belong to him.
I
feel his muscular hardness pressing against me,
The
tenderness in his kiss;
Captivated
by his mouth
And
by him.
I
open my mind to him,
Accepting
and trusting him,
The
darkness and the warmth envelop me
And I no longer have to think.