For some time I've been depression free, almost fooled myself I it wasnt coming back. Of course we do this all the time, a life of hoping and dreaming with that dark black dog shadow lurking, watching and sniffing, waiting for his chance to pounce.
And in these past few days what accompanies my depression is a mix of sadness and depth that I find hard to describe even to myself. Usually never lost for words I suddenly have few. Then a dear friend rang me and I blurted out my current condition and she asked me to write it down.
BEFORE THEY FALL
It not matter about me and my health
Nor my money and perceived wealth
It does matter if my friend wants to call
Can I dry your tears before they fall?
And if you let me please do
Talk about your issues and what bothers you
us that have problems every hour of the day
do understand when your mind is in decay
You might walk slower than you often can
Doubting yourself like this mixed up clown of a man
If you are in distress and need some hugs and ears
It not matter but can I dry your tears?
I carry a bucket with me everywhere
I dont care if the world is full of stares
I'll place it at your feet any time you call
Can I dry your tears before they fall?
A simple poem. That's me when depressed. Recently a thread was here from a member about how sad stories might contribute towards increasing depression. Although this thread is sad I dont want it to be. What a contradiction that last sentence was!. I am off for 3 days tomorrow camping. I'm hoping by Monday I'll be well.. So right now I've decided to start that weekend off, reboot my attitude, change direction and be happier. It's a tough call, can I do it? Yes, I will. Damn it I will.
Here is my start.
A SIMPLE POEM
It's when I worked for Telstra I had a bit to say
Before I entered a porta-potti on a bright and sunny day
It was the type on two wheels for workers where they'd moan
And I decided during this time to write a simple poem
Upon this dunny seat where I do my bit
An interesting episode of where my botty sits"
Well this dunny on a trailer was towed by a fellow mate
And off he drove to the shop and mi' mouth was just agape
With mi' undies at mi' ankles and the seat wrapped around mi' neck
I tried to stop mi' tender arse from sliding off the deck
The slop began to lick my bot, sloshing from side to side
I yelled and screamed for him to stop so I could restore my pride
"Upon this dunny seat where I do my bit
An interesting episode of where my botty sits"....
Tony WK
I've made the first step.
