Depression's Battle Begins

In shadows deep, where sorrows dwell,

A darkness veils the soul's gentle swell.

A silent battle, waged within,

Depression's grip, a constant din.

The sun may rise with a golden hue,

But clouds obscure its vibrant view.

A heaviness, a weight untold,

Envelopes hearts in the icy fold.

Through tear-stained nights and endless days,

The mind is entangled in the somber maze.

Aching echoes of despair's refrain,

Seem to drown out hope's fragile strain.

Yet, deep within this desolate haze,

A flicker of resilience stays.

For in the depths of the darkest night,

The seed of strength begins its fight.

With tenderness and patient care,

We'll find the courage to repair.

To seek the hands that offer aid,

And let our wounded hearts be swayed.

For though depression's grip may bind,

A path to healing we can find.

Through empathy, love's gentle art,

We'll mend the fragments of the heart.

So, let us listen, understand,

Extend a touch, a helping hand.

For in our unity, we'll find,

A balm for souls, once left behind.

In time, the shadows will recede,

And hearts once burdened will be freed.

With hope's embrace, we'll rise above,

Embracing life, and finding love.