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When we say "I have depression"

jajingna

jajingna

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When we say
"I have depression."

what you seem to hear is
"I'm fragile."

There is nothing fragile about us.

We are the weathered seaside cliff that
has survived a century of crashing waves
and well-meaning stomping tourists
who only came to visit to see if the
ancient lighthouse on top us still works

We are the bright wildflower that somehow
finds a way to push itself up through the
cracked and dirty sidewalk outside of
your apartment building

We are the blind songbirds who still
find the perfect lyrics to their hymn at sunrise
despite the fact they don't know what
the breaking dawn looks like

We are the heart born with a gaping hole
in the center of it that we have turned into
a wind chime to signal to the world that
we are more than a murmur

We are the wandering ghosts in your
house banging on the walls every night
until the bridge of light we have been looking
for reveals itself to us

We are the grief-stricken comedians
who have fashioned their suffering into
a hammer that they use to hit your
funny bone with

We are the miners who have spent
the better part of their lives digging
through deep dark caves in search
of a long lost hidden vein of mercy

We are the last orange leaf
on the bare elm that refuses
to give into the chew of winter
because spring is always just
a single warm breath away

We are the clouds above you that
keep molding, breaking, shapeshifting
into whatever we need to look like
in order to make it to the next horizon

We are the broken pieces of an
ornamental vase that have
been glued back together with
wabi sabi gold to make us beautiful

We are the winter-ravaged
tree that will contort itself
into whatever shape that will
keep it from snapping in two

We are the war-torn church
who is adorned in bullet holes
and in ruby red stained glass
in equal measure

We are not fragile

We are the incomplete - yet whole
We are the lost - yet purposeful

We are the rubble - and the garden
We are the besieged - and the hopeful


We are the rock in the
rapids that has been polished

We are the sin and the redemption

We have learned to grow fruit trees
in a shadowland of obscured light
and hungry vultures

We have screamed into the bathroom tiles until
our voices turn themselves into a crutch
that we use to lift ourselves back up

We will fight like hell
to stay here with you on Earth
no matter the invisible knife
that’s been twisting in our stomach
for years

we are the rainbow amid the tempest

and there isn't a single thing
fragile about us


Written by John Roedel
 
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2Much2Feel

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Joined
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Messages
1,980
Location
US
When we say
"I have depression."

what you seem to hear is
"I'm fragile."

There is nothing fragile about us.

We are the weathered seaside cliff that
has survived a century of crashing waves
and well-meaning stomping tourists
who only came to visit to see if the
ancient lighthouse on top us still works

We are the bright wildflower that somehow
finds a way to push itself up through the
cracked and dirty sidewalk outside of
your apartment building

We are the blind songbirds who still
find the perfect lyrics to their hymn at sunrise
despite the fact they don't know what
the breaking dawn looks like

We are the heart born with a gaping hole
in the center of it that we have turned into
a wind chime to signal to the world that
we are more than a murmur

We are the wandering ghosts in your
house banging on the walls every night
until the bridge of light we have been looking
for reveals itself to us

We are the grief-stricken comedians
who have fashioned their suffering into
a hammer that they use to hit your
funny bone with

We are the miners who have spent
the better part of their lives digging
through deep dark caves in search
of a long lost hidden vein of mercy

We are the last orange leaf
on the bare elm that refuses
to give into the chew of winter
because spring is always just
a single warm breath away

We are the clouds above you that
keep molding, breaking, shapeshifting
into whatever we need to look like
in order to make it to the next horizon

We are the broken pieces of an
ornamental vase that have
been glued back together with
wabi sabi gold to make us beautiful

We are the winter-ravaged
tree that will contort itself
into whatever shape that will
keep it from snapping in two

We are the war-torn church
who is adorned in bullet holes
and in ruby red stained glass
in equal measure

We are not fragile

We are the incomplete - yet whole
We are the lost - yet purposeful

We are the rubble - and the garden
We are the besieged - and the hopeful


We are the rock in the
rapids that has been polished

We are the sin and the redemption

We have learned to grow fruit trees
in a shadowland of obscured light
and hungry vultures

We have screamed into the bathroom tiles until
our voices turn themselves into a crutch
that we use to lift ourselves back up

We will fight like hell
to stay here with you on Earth
no matter the invisible knife
that’s been twisting in our stomach
for years

we are the rainbow amid the tempest

and there isn't a single thing
fragile about us


Written by John Roedel
thank you so much for taking the time to post that. made me cry. going to copy this one. xx
 
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SadRainbow

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Joined
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Messages
2,657
Location
Norfolk
That's beautiful. Thank you for sharing ❤️
 
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