Seeping through.
Each sad depressing thought.
I’m convinced.
Has got no place to stay.
So it wonders on.
It can’t belong.
And tampers with our minds.
But every happy thought.
Every loving word.
Has a place to stay.
So it sits there in it’s spot.
Not tampering with a thing.
So unnoticed.
It’s not a wonder we all see.
The worst of things.
And not the best.
We all see what does not belong.

And now we label this “disease.”
We call it a condition.
As if we could treat it on our own.
It’s something to be fixed.
But they don’t see…
It’s no condition on it’s own.
A side effect.
A painful consequence.
Of not living how we ought.
But it gets the best of us.
The worst of us…
Our ignorant acknowledgements.
As if depression were something we could cure.

Hate, self loathing.
Not a thing would change.
Not a thing has to…
Except for what we notice.
What’s out of place…
Look at what belongs.
Don’t honor what is wrong,
By paying it attention.
But respect what is respectful.
What belongs.
And stays in it’s place.
And then for once,
For once we’d know the love we ought.


About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

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