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injured soul

I lay awake one night-

Pondering, contemplating, thinking.

The life I lead…

Could it be ever so perfect?

 

Naïve, I think not.

Having gone through plenty…

Fighting off depressive obsessions- and

Journeyed through life with shudders of fright.

 

A fear that dominated the soul…

A haunting questions…

With never-ceasing re-appearances…

“Will I ever be normal?”

 

Will I ever rejoice again.. or-

Am I…

Doomed to-

Eternity in hell?

 

I cried out for help.

I screamed, I yelled, I wept.

Yet…

I felt unheard.

 

Suicidal thoughts crossed my wretched mind-

So very often.

Contemplating suicide seemed my only pleasure…

MY ticket out of hell.

 

Endless tears-

Broken sleep…

The epitome of darkness:

A hopeless soul.

 

Wandered through life-

A corpse amongst the living.

Inability to feel pleasant- and

A yearning for past  years-

 

Till a day came…

Found my saving grace.

An ear willing to listen- and

 a heart willing to offer advice.

 

Following the advice,

I walked towards my care-givers…

The divine creation of parents…

God’s angels on earth.

 

Answers I found,

Restoration of hope accomplished.

A path to a cure paved…

Healing my depressed soul…

 

Depression I overcame…

Vagueness replaced with fulfillment-

So here I lie… a smile on my face…

Thanking God for all the blessings…

The blessings that  I –now-

Can begin to appreciate.