The Thief

When depression crept into the home of my heart,

I was both asleep and awake.

I felt the heavy weight of its steps

cause the cracks in my heart to grow.

I heard its defeaning silence as it stood

in the dark corners of my mind,

first, starving.

Then, waiting.

looking for the perfect moment to take my breath.

To steal my joy.

I sounded no alarms.

I sent no SOS.

I alerted the authorities,

but only after.

Only after I had allowed it to rob me.

I also let it rob you of me.

When depression crept into the home of my heart,

we both lost things in the darkness.

 

-devonnie.

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  1. Theresa Pittman says:

    Beautiful..i can relate

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