Optics (an acrostic poem)

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Over the years, she realized her vision was deteriorating

Putting reading into the group of activities that were getting hard to do

That was a huge penalty to getting older

It made her mad at the universe for allowing this to happen, but to no avail

Collapsing her into a deep depression that echoed her depleting eyesight.

So it surprised everyone around her when she would not put on her damn glasses

Struggle (an acrostic emotional adventure)

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So many troubles were raining down on her

That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences

Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there

Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life

Giving up was always an option

Going under and never resurfacing again

Life would just go on for those around her

Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore

Emotional Relationships (a 100 word story)

Melancholy was his mistress and muse.  He worshiped her day and night, always trying to make things right, but it never quite worked.  He felt he came up just short no matter how hard he tried.  She had been his first love.  One day he decided to take the plunge and proposed.  That was the last day he ever saw her.

He now felt empty inside.  That’s when he found Depression.  She moved in, and they became inseparable.  Once he thought about breaking up with her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.  Till death did they part.

 

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Shattered (an acrostic poem)

Shards fell from the mirror frame

Here goes seven years of bad luck

And yet Liz saw this as an opportunity

Too often lately life had attacked her

Tommy died in the motorcycle accident

Eventually she had lost the house

Recovering from the depression was almost the worst part

Even now it peaked out from behind her eyes, but she blinked it away

Deftly she scooped up the shards and arranged them artfully to reflect her new life

Incomplete (an acrostic poem)

I stare into the distance looking for solace

Not finding any, not that I expected to

Carrying my weary soul, I trudge on

Ordinarily each step would bring me closer

Maybe that is just a myth I tell myself

People see me, but not the me I see

Let it all go, they say.  Let my soul sleep I say

Eternal bliss from the lack of solace

Terminal hope in the face of life

Every day I live without you I stare into the distance

Depression (a 100 word diatribe)

Emptying everything out of the depths of my soul, finding the places where sorrow pools, and I try to pump that out too.  The calming feel of numbness would make me “happy”, but yet it seems the more I pour that bitter water out, the more they fill up.  Is there an end to those salty depths?  I know the simple answer, but I am past simple answers.  Simple is Saccharin.  It is artificially sweet, leaving my emotional palate overloaded and underwhelmed.    The complex is too much for my mental state right now, so I am left in purgatory. Selah