Will the rain ever stop?

"Will the rain ever stop?

An unseen storm ever-raging

Revealed only by a teardrop

Accompanied by the weight of constant failing.

A shadow you can't outrun,

Always waiting for you to slow down.

Some sink trying not to drown,

While others try to escape to a world of fun.

When will i truly exist?

Because if i'm being honest,

I always felt numb and alone.

Don't get me wrong, i hadn't known.

But when the flowers died on monday

And i learned that my world was grey,

i started asking if i had ever seen colors at all.

Though others call it a fall- i never fell at all.

A fall that i never saw happen,

One that i never felt.

I would describe it more like a slow-acting poison,

Like drops of water making the ice melt.

Is a tear the first waterdrop,

A sign of my impending collapse?

Or is it the last, the end of a timelapse?

So i ask- not just for me- when will the rain ever stop?

I was lucky-i made the rain slow,

by cutting off the poison that was fed to me.

But many aren't as fortunate to know,

that the source of what is causing their sorrow

Is that the poison seeps from older veins,

An inheritance of unspoken chains.

It was an interesting performance i learned to end,

One i hope no one else attends.

In the end, it has helped me grow

But it is time for me to let go.

I see now the endless cycle that needs to be stopped

And though i know there are many awaking,

Centuries of hurt cannot be ended

While hands still feed the suffering.

And many do hide under the guise of belief,

Belief of love, acceptance and greater good.

But have many stories not warned us of the people who are against grief?

The pain of grief, ironically, i learned is the only way to mend wounds.

Each poison wears a different name,

Each prison burns the same.

Tell me- is this drop the final one?

Or will the rain outlast the sun?"

A.N.: This is a poem i wrote, inspired by a pinterest post i saw, about depression and healing. I was mostly inspired by my own journey as i was writing it, something i feel is important to share. I choose to share this poem because i feel that it's important to talk about how differently depression, but also anxiety, can affect everyone. Sometimes, it's barely noticable. And i'm not talking about noticing it in others around us, but rather in ourselves.