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Depression.

Article | | By Chelsea Hale
CHELSEA HALE
Melancholies
Whisking
through my head.
When it hits, nothing
is the same
all
there is to do
is sit there
In silence.
Tangled
in your turmoil
of thoughts.
Concerning
everything yet
nothing.
There might
be no reason
for your
feelings,
Yet there they are.
What do you do?
You sit
And wait.
Till that moment
where it comes back.
Where you see that sunshine
from the sun.
Where your heart
feels whole.
Where you feel proud
of who you are.
Where you know
who you are.
What you stand for.
What you believe in.
What you
want.
What is it?
How come there is no
direction?
No way
that points
you in the right direction.
A path where you know
you will be safe.
It seems some have found
a safe path
in others arms.
Yet
I’m alone.
I stand
in the cold
with no one holding me.
There is nothing
but my thoughts.
Filling
my head.
Everything
that bugs me, irritates
me even more.
My heart
feels broken
in this mode.
No word will exit
from the lips
on my trapped voice.
Nothing
will come.
The thoughts
will not leave.
For some reason I just don’t know how to get out.
Sad songs
whimper
in my head.
I’ll replay them.
That’s what they are there for.
For those lonely
moments in life
when you need
something
to relate to. Some type of hope
at the end
of the tunnel.
One who won’t do anything
but play tunes
and lyrics that you need
to hear.
Where does misery
belong
in this world?
Nothing
but hurt
from the aching, beating
hearts.
The world moves
while you feel
useless.
The steady wrestle
of the leaves
in the tree,
The ticks
from the clock
Going around
and around,
Never ending.
Until you join
The world
As it washes
Your misery
away.
As if the waves
of the ocean
are reaching
up and carrying the problems
with them.
Washing
them into the sea
breeze.
That’s when you know.
You know
there
is hope.
Just look
up and see
your surroundings.
There might
be that hand
stretched out.
One
you never
saw before.
Your friend.
Your family.
Your life.
It’s there.
Waiting
for you.
Changing, yet willing
to give
you all the time.
As those ticks
are moving, something
will happen.
And it’s you.
Feeling
the sun
on your face.
Proudly standing
for who you are.
Happy melodies
playing.
Embracing your tapping toes
Your heart begins
to see there really was nothing
missing, but you.
Who you want to be.
Who you are.
Who you will become.
And one day, you’ll find
one who sings
songs
about joy.
Life lesson
learned.
My heart
isn’t anything
but a part in my body
with bruises on it.
It’ll keep tapping its toes
And whistling
With the birds
Along a path
called life.

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