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Depresion |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England 
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Depression I awoke in a place where I never had been, where all my life’s years seemed no help to me. I felt that the stem of my mind had been sheared as I sunk way down deep into that murky sea. The darkness, the burden, the weight, the despair, what ever the reason, outshadowed the light. My soul screamed within me, how did I get there? but I knew in my heart that no help was in sight. When gloom was upon me and doubts all around, and my mind was in anguish and terrible pain. When I should have gone mad, and give up life’s long fight, I knew I was losing, and may not ‘live’ again. When desolate and torn, down a bottomless pit, and there’s nobody there that can help you to see. You have but two choices, give up and remain, or conquer your feelings and try to get free. A small voice, a whisper, then spoke in my mind, and struggled to reason and bring back my will. Then slowly, so slowly it showed me the way to find a frail path, through the mire up the hill. This way was so fraught it was hard to stay true, there seemed no release from my nightmarish plight. But stirring within me, the part that meant life, raised up from my innards and took up the fight. When struggling upwards I often felt, ‘why’, had I really the reason, or strength to succeed? It would be far more simple to fade out and die, but pride and esteem were the tools that did lead. I have several friends who fell down there before, who’ve trod where I suffered in hell and in vain. Alas, none of them have returned from their trap, have ever got back on ‘their’ pathway again. Pure logic and sense, both knocked hard at my door, my family who loved me, my friends were still there. This gave me the strength to see out from my night, and helped heal my soul, then I started to care. The process of healing was painful and slow, no medicines or drugs, but the essence of life. The hard choice of living to see my tomorrows, and share in the love of my children and wife. I again live my life, and enjoy it to the full, though our bodies are weak and our minds can be ill. But the ‘meaning of life’ and the part that is you must never be compromised; say what you will. Live every day and enjoy all that you meet, but be ready for ‘heartache and pain’. And pray that you’ll be able to use all that is ‘you’, to rise from the ashes and live life again. Ivor G Davies The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last. |
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The_Nameless_One Member
since 2007-01-20
Posts 165Missouri |
the way that you rhyme so eloquently is an inspiration to us all dont you see while reading this poem I was sucked into the depths of hell your lovely imagery in the end made me well |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
wow!!  RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this one hit home thanks for sharing |
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Beatrice Boyle Member
since 2006-12-06
Posts 438 |
Good on ya Ivor...this was well done!  Bea |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Ivor, A good introvertive analysis and your decision is correct. Good luck |
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lil' Angel Member
since 2003-11-14
Posts 116 |
Well written. As I read this i could feel the pain and the struggle. Depression is such a hard thing to over come Lil' Angel |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
Thank you all for your comments, anyone who's been there will realize a lot of pain went into the 'research' of this poem. The poetry was really the only way to express the journey and as 'fellow travelers' will know , the journey never really ends you just learn not to let it dictate your direction in life. Ivor |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
Thanks for this, glad i stopped by this evening. depression is something i am dealing with this very day  My spirit will rise |
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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
Ivor...First off thank you sir for writing good poetry! I dont think you have a problem with structure and rhyming. All the poems I have read that you posted are "easy" on the eyes and flow nicely. Your poems do share the spotlight with other great poets on the blue pages. Hopefully someday I can be as diverse as you and write more on other topics. The only thing the caught my attention was the mispelling of Depression. I also notcied your Syllable count..Kudos! Loved the poem, and the message you portrayed to us readers. ~Bill |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
A well written poem on a subject I am very familiar with.  In the midst of winter, |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"A small voice, a whisper, then spoke in my mind, and struggled to reason and bring back my will. Then slowly, so slowly it showed me the way to find a frail path, through the mire up the hill." ~ Thank God (literally!!!) for that "small voice"... If only more people would listen... With years experience as a registered nurse in psychiatry, you have captured the essence of depression in this well-written, personal expose. I commend you for sharing your painful experiences with your readers. Bravo! Loving hug 'n a pat on the back! Linda |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
Thank you all for your responses, I am aware of the nerves I may of touched even for you all to respond to this piece. This was written some time ago during a very bad time I had following the death of my daughter and other things. The content is true and I do not feel that the experience is over. I do however look at life slightly differently now and now realise I know what depression is. If it had not been for rationality and my friends and family I would not have survived. Unlike my other poetry, which will unfold for you to find out exactly how 'weird' I can be, this poem I would invite you to use as you see fit with no need to refer back to me for permission. I have posted it elsewhere and a few people have written to me to say it had helped them find that delicate straw they needed to start the climb back. I would ask that other poetry I post is not published elsewhere without my permission as I am not a published poet and made decide to go that way myself one day. Of course any site I post on has absolute rights to continue to post my work as long as the site exist and I do hope you enjoy my work. Please do not be afraid to challenge my more contentious posts as nobody, not even me, knows my real views on the subject matter I am writing about. (With the possible exception of Grandma Bea, who has been a close virtual friend since I got thrown off the first site I posted on!) Have Fun, Ivor |
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