Who can take this and turn it into a poem?

Question

This is what it feels like when your`e coming out of depression.

Help me turn it into poetry.

Answer 1

You never know it happens until you realize

Something’s wrong.

It’s not a familiar pain, not an obvious mar.

You don’t know it’s there

Until it’s made you loose your way.

I stepped into quicksand, and it took me slowly.

I just needed a step to get out, just a little will power,

But I didn’t want to.

I wanted different, and I wanted gone.

Everyone got taller, I noticed,

Just a little every day.

Everyone got further and further away.

The calls and the cries got softer,

Until I was under, then it was just silence

I could get out, I know how.

But I just lied in the silence

The numbing silence.

It didn’t feel any different, didn’t feel wrong.

Until I took a deep breathe, and realized

There’s no air.



I crawled out, emerging from the ground like someone dead,

And took the breathe I missed breathing.

I felt like a butterfly, different, not myself

But better.

More breaths came as I saw the change of my surroundings.

As if someone changed all the streets signs,

And everyone knew it but me.

I just couldn’t stop breathing the sweet air I’d missed.

In the water, I’m not me.

I’ve changed, I’m different.

That pain is unfamiliar, just like my reflection.

Those I love don’t recognize me,

They don’t talk to me.

I try to talk to them, but my throat is closed.

I try to get them to see me, but they won’t look.

I’m not a beautiful butterfly, not yet.

I will be.

I’m not ground-bound anymore

I’ve got wings: they’re just rusty.

I can’t fly, but I’ll learn.

I’m just happy to be free.

The pain still lingers, just slightly on the surface of my skin

Slightly weighing down my wings when I fly.

Slightly restricting as I reconnect with my friends, my family.

But from my heart the weight is gone, from my eyes, the blindfold taken.

Actually, there never was a blind-fold there,

I just chose not to see.

Answer 2

Lost in oblivion

Fog

Uncertainties

Tears, as if drowning

Water over my head

Rising Hope

The feel of rescue

Sensation returns

Fear fades

Happiness returns

Close is the darkness

Afraid of its feel

Abandoning of reality

Silence of fear

Depression

I hope you like this

!When I read what you wrote I was touched, and it brought a tear, I have been there also,

It 's that kind of reality when you wonder if your life--- will ever see the light of day for the darkness it feels!! Cheers!!

Answer 3

This is just off the top of my head but here goes...

Coming through the fog in layers,

I have been lost for hours and hours.

Can it be me I see in mirrors?

I feel that I have drowned for years.

Now I walk, I skip, I run

To catch an atom, feel the sun,

I feel the darkest days are done

May there never be another one.

Answer 4

i answered the other one just like this go to it and see

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sadness in my life

an atom in my hand

drowning in the water

all alone in fear

who is in the mirrror

no longer a careless kid

deprission is a cycle

of witch i cannot rid

i am trapped and frightened

lost in endless fog

ive been lost for hours

will i ever come back again?

horror fills my dreams

my eyes are wet with tears

one solemn scream that every one hears

Answer 5

This doesn't really rhyme much, but I thought I would give it a try just to exercise my mind a little.

Nowhere -

Dark clouds of depression gather.

bringing a flooding rain.

Drowning in a lake,

trying to swim away,

for hours,

but I'm caught,

underneath a fog,

and I can't see,

any peace ahead.

But I do see

my reflection,

bouncing in the lake ripples.

surround by gray.

I swim from day to day.

in hopes that I will near the end,

the end, of the lake,

of the rains,

of the fog,

called depression.

A nowhere,

a place that is abandoned.

Flooded by intentions,

that never seem to happen.

I could go on but I think this is sufficient.

Please make more exercises, there fun, and I as well as others can grow from them.

Answer 6

Emergence

A memory's memory, fuzzy

I remember but I know not what

everything is just so d**n gray

Floating now...but lifeless

visions wavy, passing by,  I try

but I can't reach them to see

my anger builds but I don't care

suspended in this world of gray

And then, as if someone spoke

"child, reach for this light...reach!"

I do, as if a lifeline it pulls me up

pulls me free from the gelatinous goo

and I see once again, clearly

I see the hallway with two mirrors

both reflecting me. One in dark gray, the

other is brilliant light.  I walk forward

no longer afraid of the light, it welcomes me

I smile and then cry, cry for joy