It Comes Again
Depression comes in waves,
in and out like the tide.
It holds me captive,
coming to me when I least expect it.
Uncontrollably, destroying all in it's wake.
It ripples into all parts of my life,
stealing my joy,
my friends,
and my purpose.
Sometimes I am overcome with sadness.
My eyes burn like fire has been set to them.
Just when I start to see light in my dark skies,
it comes again.
So, I wallow in my broken world
and fail to pick up the pieces.
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