Depression Recovery From Poems | Examples

These Depression Recovery From poems are examples of Recovery From poems about Depression. These are the best examples of Recovery From Depression poems written by international poets.

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© Tebogo Phaladi Cornelia Phooko  

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew  
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
 
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue 
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true

Tis the vernal hour when nature's luster peaks and winter dirges no more wend.
Airy notes from feathered breasts, dutiful drones, bejeweled butterflies ascend.

Upon the indigo daze of an afternoon, my angel in lepidopteran disguise 
danced along this florid patch with plush pirouettes, calling "Rose, arise!"

"Still here, a bloom to seek and hold." Groggy, dolt, my petals of discontent...
quiet cold stole my blush, then by cruel degrees, I learned snow's resentment. 

But in a sun-lit-breeze ballet, God as big as the butterfly, weighing like nothing 
revealed the signs of a world renewed, and ushered me thru the rite of spring.

© Trina Layne  

Whene'er I find myself alone and ponder,
My life grown small around me clamps my heart,
And fiercely beats the rain, fiercer the thunder,
I cannot save myself by any art...

And when within this prison of my mind,
I know that nothing good can ever be,
Where no ray of the Sun I ever find
It seems sometimes, I sudden, think of thee,

And then, all rays of Sun that once were lost,
And good things once forgotten, now may be,
Then I leap up and do not count the cost,
And break my bands and all at once, am free

Unbound, my heart ends rain, makes silent, thunder
Makes vapor, shades, and bursts the dark asunder.

© Andrew Fairchild  

Trying to survive,
I began dreaming each day;
That tore me apart.

© Somali Mukherjee  

I was born in the sunshine of your house.
I remember the soft fold of your smile,
As you read me bedtime stories,
Sprouting in my memory,
The fall of your heavy dark hair,
Like velvet,
As you bent to kiss me good night.
And, just as clearly, I remember the darkness, emptiness, that fell
Over us;
The empty space that was you.
Broken fences and runaway tears
We couldn't hold in,
Crashing anger and grief.
Alike in our sadness and our looks,
I longed to break through the barbed wire of our hearts,
But couldn't.
I go now
Where I can see:
The flowers blooming;
Trees, thick as wool woven in a loom;
Clouds blowing free,
Behind black boundaries.
Where I can see me
And not just your shadow.
I go now
Not because I don't love you
But because I know
I can't love if I can't breathe.

© Cat Bevins  

The weight I carried has settled,
not vanished, but pinned in place -
a fragile truce between my mind
and the pills I swallow, trembling.
They don’t call it a cure,
and I don’t ask for one;
but it’s enough to feel the unraveling slow.

I feel the world bleed into softer shapes,
colours no longer clawing at my skin,
the air no longer suffocating with noise.
The chaos still growls, caged but alive,
watching, waiting,
but I stand, grounded,
no longer flinching at silence,
or the darkness I once begged 
to swallow me whole.

I don’t ache with every breath anymore,
the oppression of my thoughts no longer crushing,
gnawing at my chest.
I don’t fight shadows that cling like chains,
or drown in static, my mind splintering.
Now, I wake, and the world’s 
no longer a battlefield -
for the first time in years,
I feel the weight of the earth beneath me,
no longer lost.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s enough to stand on.

© Lauren Tilley  

Waking up in the morning:
The way the blankets cling
And shiver against my skin.
That first breath that tells me I'm
Alive and fighting.
The sleepy darkness,
An envelope of silence;
The way the sunlight glows against closed curtains,
Like someone I once knew asking to be let in.
In the bathroom,
The way cold water feels against my face as white skin blooms
This body I hate
Holds me, keeps me standing, waits
Gentle after each tantrum on the bathroom floor.
At breakfast, I eat because I know there's more,
Or something worth fighting for:
Like darkness, sunlight, water, poetry, a little boy I left at home
But will return to soon.
Yet the journey is slow and takes time.
Fingers linger over my cup of tea,
Reminding me
That honey is the color of sunshine
And sunshine the color of hope.

© Cat Bevins  

And I'm starting to remember 
What I'm trying to forget
My sober state of mind 
Is giving me a fit
Demons in my head
I can't take a 
More I think about it 
The mader i get
My demons win again
It's time to take a hit
Who am I kidding 
I'm so inadequate
I'm Just a drug addict
I can never quit
Put the gun to my head
and just get it over with
Which reminds me
I'm starting to remember 
What I'm trying to forget

Insanity©
10/12/23
By: Dustin Branum

© Dustin Branum  

Though I'm shattared flat, my soul critically wounded, predicament of my life, this state hinders my whole. The life in me, sucked pinch by pinch, I wish to cry my pain out but tears refuse to depart my eyes

collision and confusion of scattered emotions, traped inside me, the strength in me drained, the strain my faith faced with, how low and heavy is my soul, there's no much in me to bear

the last stroke of light as it passes me by and piece by piece, I'm consumed by darkness, this dark tide of cloud hovering over me, brings blockage and paralysis to my expression, I feel  a grave with a lifeless body inside my body, I wanna move but I can't feel my whole body, it feels worse than death, I have hit a rock bottom
#Poetic_Ink

© Poetic Ink MorepjeKO  

I live a life of pain and fear,
I dare not try to shed a tear.
To tell you the truth and let you in,
You would see my life of lies and sin.

I don’t want to hurt you, I just try to give love,
To you I’m your angel, sent from above.
But my heart is heavy and body is tired,
My mind screams out that it’s expired. 

I want it to end, be over, just fly,
To a peaceful place up in the sky.
Be a bird who’s wings can touch the clouds, 
But such is a dream that I’m not allowed.

I need to fight, be strong, don’t give in,
I can rid my life of this pain and this sin.
Be your angel once more, but not from above,
Walk with you today in our garden of love.

You are my friend, by my side you will stay,
All you want is my happiness, and so I pray,
That I can end this battle, the war of two sides,
So I’ll tell you the truth, in you I’ll confide.

© Steffi Warnock  

The light searches my translucent skin
To Discover I am heartless
And it's my fault I have nothing
I am a virus
And I must stay away
I cannot love you
If I don't even know me

© Taylor Sears  

Awakened
     "Silence fills all the spaces between
 the soft flutter of fragile butterfly wings.
 There one second and then gone, the faint breeze in a syncopated song.  
As twilight gatherers the dark corners close,  I hear the haunted lament of tormented ghosts.
Living in this wilderness on my own, the land and sky, mine alone.
For who else could enter, get inside my head?
Unless I allow entry through eyes now dead. 
No light shines forth, only milky white dark. 
The lament I hear is mine, in part…
    So, Cry for your losses! Weep for times past!
Tear your clothes! Cover your head with ash!
Moan and scream to the gathering night.
Don't take this pain without a fight. 

    Much good it does, no, none at all.
At the edge of my mind, I take the leap and fall….

Into strong waiting arms, I am lifted up…
Sanity returns, filling my once empty cup.
I'm given the key to unlock the door, 
And the hope to believe there's so much more!
Never alone,  never forsaken, the sun rises on this new life...awakened!"

© Crystol Woods  

Just another long afternoon
Of another long long day
Mind numbing weariness
That just won’t go away.
My eyelids are heavy
I just want to sleep
For once no need 
To be counting sheep
The cat is staring at me
In almost hypnotic control
It’s so intense as though 
He’s penetrating my soul.

I break his gaze with
A great effort of will
I feel in my mind that
He’s staring at me still
There are so many things
That I really should do
But it’s taking all my effort
Not to sleep the day through.
The stairs loom like mountains
I’ll need to conquer tonight
For maybe three hours sleep
And a mostly broken night.

Fatigue and insomnia seem
Somehow to combine
And the days this week
Seem to be a blur of time.
A cycle of existence that
Some how seems to take
A huge force of will to gather
The mental strength to break.
It may still take days but I know
There’ll come a time  when
I’ll break free from this torpor to
Get life back on track again

© Terry Ireland  

Learning to let go of everything I have ever known.
In spite of all the love I have shown, I still felt alone.
It is only now I see, I must let go how I used to be.

© Marissa Faries  

When I am down and out
Feeling so far from good
And life I find in doubt
That's when my writing would
My deep, dark worries rout
A softer voice,not crude
Eases me from that bout
To better that dark mood.

And when that fog has risen
How sweet then is my muse
To swell my hopes of heaven
Hope springs quickly to infuse
Serenity of vision
Gloom and darkness to defuse

© Denis Bruce