The Battle of Depression

The black hole was enticing me, The mysteries lying past, its sensuous obscurity, All the lights behind me were waning, And the gloom spreading all around me, I saw a few reasons to turn back and seek the fading lights, But I saw millions of explanations to enter the luscious dark horizon, Because I fell and found no purpose to get up again, Because I was tortured and had no energy to fight back, I was branded by a hot iron cast of societal rulebooks and I did not resist, I was capitulated in agony, yet did not hope to heal. I was numb, sore, crippled and mutilated, Torn and worn out, denying to nurse myself back. My mind had cut itself from the rest of my body, My heart implemented some remaining beats to keep me going. My tears flowing like the despondent river that lost its urge to join the sea, Aimless, insubstantial, desperate, I decided to seek asylum in the dim, That assured peace. But then someone whispered from behind, Some formation too feeble like the distant fading beams, But strong voice it had, its manifestation intense. It asked me to come back, to the light, Where everything was genuine, unlike the mirages displayed by the darkness, Love would be found, hope reborn every time it died, There were more moments to be experienced, More memories to be made. There were them who loved you, them for whom you must live, The life that you got, it’s a gift from God, To make your soul more resilient, chiselled into perfection, Unlike the false promises, forged emotions and impractical faith, Being offered in the murkiness, Because if you were lost in the brighter side, the lights would guide you, But if you got lost in the black hole, you became endlessly lost. K.S.Lakshmi