Is a heart that's filled with pain,
Behind every gesture
There's a walk down memory lane.
For yesterday's troubles,
Are torments of the soul,
It's so hard to be strong,
When life takes its toll.
With every step that's taken,
There's compassion for another,
A listening ear always there,
Guiding sons, daughters, mothers.
Always so much easier,
To hold up for a friend,
When to go with your feelings,
Seems to lead to no end.
The whispers locked inside your head,
Remind you, you're alive,
With pretending and avoiding,
You can easily survive.
Giving in's not an option,
When there are others to care for,
So easy to pretend,
When there's no help at the door.
Depression, like a broken leg ,
Needs nurturing and healing.
Don't treat it any differently,
It's normal to have feelings.
Out there is the help you need,
To help and cope and manage,
The troubles burdening your mind,
To unload all the baggage.
So while right now it seems each day,
That life's fraught with stress and trouble.
You'll soon get well and realise,
That you've coped with all the struggle.
Jan Scott