365 Days, 365 Poems

02/10/2017

It's been 8 months since the diagnosis,

like a traveller in the desert, hoping for an oasis.

Keep calm and carry on, that is what they say,

I still find it a struggle, every single day.

You don't know it's there, hiding in the shadows,

You realise only when it hits you, then come all the sorrows.

Denial is your monster, haunting you day in day out,

then acceptance eats you and fill your thoughts with doubts.

It is not easy to wake up "feeling depressed,"

it gets worse when your whole world is a huge mess.

You try to sleep but you find it impossible,

and when you do, you wish that time can double.

You wish to not wake up and let go of your life,

that is when bad thoughts become rife.

But you do wake up, you stare out the window towards the light,

the sun still shines, a reminder that life is still worth the fight.