Depression invades like

A cone of shame

dropped over you

as the phone call

to the doctor begins.

A creeping darkness

that seeps into your bones

as you listen

to other peoples accomplishments.

A hole that surrounds

your bed, your mind, your house

as you debate

if you should get up today.

A simple word

that people look at you

and say

“It’s all in your head!”

A hand that grips yours

and won’t let go.

Until another hand touches your shoulder

and they say

“I’m here for you.”

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