This is a short, dark poem (sorry!) about my own experience with depression.
First off, I am absolutely not a poet by any stretch of the imagination! I think writing can be healing so I tend to write when my mind is in a bad place and what comes out is generally a little dark as a result.
I wrote 'It Comes' a couple of years ago when I was in a very bad place. This is how I felt coming home at the end of the day, having pushed my depression aside so I could put on an exhaustingly wonderful show of happiness and mental togetherness in order to function around friends, family and colleagues. I'm glad to say that I tend to do better now most days!
I actually forgot about this poem, I just came across it in an old notebook and decided to share it. I'm honestly a bit nervous about it's reception but hopefully this will reach someone it resonates with and they will know that they are not alone.
Please feel free to comment, I would love your feedback!