Today

You don’t know what power is, unless you’ve experienced weakness, or what light is until you’ve been in darkness. Sometimes, only after we hit bottom we learn how to climb back up again. Like many, I sometimes battle with depression. Some days, the glass seems pretty empty and hard to even get out of bed. To cope, I’ve found writing to be therapeutic, it helps me heal. It pulls away the dark drapes and lets the light in. By sharing a window to my soul, I simply hope I can help someone in need to find what heals them. Below is a short poem I wrote on a day when the glass seemed empty. Don’t judge, it’s not me crying out for help, but rather my coping mechanism at work; and yes, today the glass seems half full again.

TODAY

Today I don’t feel amazing

I feel lost I feel weak

I feel like I lost

Where is my strength

My will to fight

My ability to cope to survive

I look up gaze above the sky

I pray I ask I beg I remind

I’m still here did you forget

Tell me when I can genuinely smile

Just a damn break is all I’m after

Is this me staying home

Wallowing feeling sorry for myself

Who am I what am I what am I made of

Am I a sponge filled with pain

Or a wilting flower

Hanging by a thread from its stem

Am I a flower no more and now a thorn

Hurting anyone that gets too close

Inspiring amazing strong full of life

Qualities that today

Seem like a distant memory at best

I am all I am none

I am weak I am strong

I am darkness I am light

I am rock I am dust

I am heaven I am hell

I am me

Today is just a day

In this roller-coaster ride we call life