Poem: Depression



Even the things that are false,
the lies that loom so large
and color your world
in shades of grey and black
are false,

mere art
created to make you feel small,
a beautiful lie
that needs your collusion
or it all burns away
like morning fog.

About this poem

Insidious. Your own mind lying to you. Until you learn to fight the lies with truth (and a bit of medication). It’s a long journey that never ends. But oh, to know what is beautiful and real, and what is not – it’s a wonderful thing.


One comment

  1. True about so many things we are faced with in life….the lies need our collusion…what a great word! Food and strength for the day!

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