Tide of Despairity

Tide of Despairity

The tide continually ebbs and flows,
Many times a surge of emotion.
The pulling back from every care,
A lack of actuation.

Peaceful as it may seem,
Sporadic flows the fickle breeze.
In truth, the darkness of a dream;
A storm corrupts and froths the seas.

Sing to me, oh, lovely morning.
The chill of night still aches my bones.
I look for man and gentle loving.
Few there are who fight my woes.

At last a lighthouse, a star on the horizon,
A glimpse of a boat at the shore.
Now I know this voyage and prison.
Alone, I won’t face this plight anymore.

-Sarah S Mitchell

The irrational emotional roller coaster of depression is what this poem is depicting. It’s about the lack of desire and motivation; a plea for help; the hearts yearning for acceptance and understanding from others; and the hope of allies to fight alongside them. At last the hope of divine help is seen, as well as the friend or the family member who have come to help. Never are you alone in this ailment.

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