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[title] => Salvation
[time] => 2010-04-05 06:19:45
[hometext] => This poem describes how someone suffering from depression is resistant at first to accept either the condition or help. It tries to end with the positive notion that to accept help is to advance to health.
[bodytext] => Salvation Where does the darkness end or begin? Who cares when you’re there, within? The dank claustrophobic constriction of Hell Drags the air from your lungs, deconstructs your spirit. Self-esteem transforms to self-destruction without limit. Depression is the eternal nemesis, the insidious assassin. How does one fight what one cannot see? Is there a desire to be truly free? The palpability of your constraints is a shackle on your soul. Curled up on the floor like a child in the womb, You long for corporeal or non-corporeal release from the tomb. Depression, like the Devil does not like to let one free. There are five stages of heartache to bear for relief And for this one needs help, support and belief A man who faces a hundred foes without friends Is a fool who will fall and will never ascend. He will suffer, struggle, buckle and bend. Refuse the hands from the light to escape from the grief. The hermit, the hero, the solitary defender Can wait and wait but is just a pretender. What hope has he who refuses assistance? A brave man lets go his fear and cries His tears of pain yet tries and relies On memories of his former life which he can remember. With compassion they gently take the broken man Who acquiesces calmly as now he can. The truth is acknowledged and help is accepted. Darkness has faded and been replaced with light Which ever brightens along with his fight, Together, not one, they follow the plan. It is all so clear to him now, this individual. Life is not concrete but abstract, intangible. The path we follow is never straight, predestined, But liable to change as so should we be. Prepared for pitfalls, loss and misery We have to remain sanguine, positive and hopeful. Alistair Muir 04/04/2010 . [comments] => 3 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 48 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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