It tiptoes into peripheral sight,
And stays to take away the light.
The darkness makes its home there;
Until you realize you were unaware.
But I didn’t notice this until
I found myself climbing up the hill!
The flat and happy ground was green,
But this hill is dry and brown and mean.
Depression sneaks up to the unsuspecting;
It makes one think they are the one rejecting.
It causes feelings that don’t belong,
It places monotone where there once was song.
This hemeola of emotions, this fighting of sorts
Leads to modulation that’s unwelcome, of course!
One day I’ll be down, and the next snap out of it.
It’s like this other unpredictable disease a bit.
Depression is a symptom of MS, as well.
Which is just my luck– but I won’t dwell!
If it gets bad enough I’ll go see my doc.
But coming out myself wouldn’t be a shock.
Just like everything else I’ve been given,
I’m too busy to notice it–I’m livin’!
So before you go and hand me your pity,
Allow me to give you an answer that’s wity:
I may not be from Mississippi, have a master’s degree or be a medical specialist,
But I AM Mega Smart, Mighty Sarcastic, and Marvelously Sweet.
Just ask my
sister mom husband. (We still qualify as “newlyweds.”)