Depression

As I walk through yet another dark tunnel,

Will you be there to hold my hand?

Or,

Will you stigmatize me,

And say,

"I told you so?"

For many years,

I stood strong through this storm,

I worked on my goals,

And I have achieved many things,

Depression doesn't understand goals,

Nor does it understand happiness,

Like snapping a branch of a tree,

Feelings are fragile,

We can break sometimes,

Everyone has periods of instability;

Even when we think we have made it,

Our sadness can come back, sometimes,

We could be dancing on a hot Summers day,

And, within a split second;

We can find ourselves drowning in an ocean on

a cold Winters day,

Will you judge me, and tell me that you were expecting

me to have a relapse?

Or;

Will you stand by me as I recover?

Depression can hit anyone,

Whether they have done therapy or not,

We are all fragile flowers;

Sometimes we stand tall, and bloom,

Other times we wilt and fade,

We are all human;

We have feelings,

Sometimes we are strong,

And sometimes we are fragile,

Will you support me through the rain?

Or;

Will you walk away and leave me in pain?