Depression Speaks

I am the voice that can not, should not, 

will not, dare not be heard

I am the voice that cries out to be heard

I am the years that dare not be unfurled 

I am the tears that fill up the world. 

I am the shame, the guilt and the pain 

Listen, I am the pain body's voice

I'm not you, the true you does have a choice

Not words that can be spoken or words that can be heard 

A deeper, inner longing far beyond spoken word.

A knowing that depression is not really you 

But something that the pain body is going through

Turn in, face this depression that can not be named 

Inside, beautiful true you, not shamed nor blamed

Tend to the soul's garden with gentle, loving heed

There is beauty and truth in each flower and weed.

Let your tears be the rain that waters your healing seed.