Under ControlA Poem by LucioleAbout how having hope and keeping strong can help you get through depression.Hello, 911? I’d like to report an attempted murder. Yes a murder. On whom? Me of course. Sure, I’ll tell you what happened. I was just enjoying life, the world and all
that’s in it; I wasn’t harming anyone, not one bit. And out of nowhere came this shadow; large,
scary, and daring. At first it wasn’t bothering me in any way, so
I found myself not even caring. Soon, however a hand reached for my throat and
grabbed me. Holding on so tight, tears formed in my eyes
and I could no longer see. I was scared; flailing my arms and legs all
over the place, Trying so hard to catch a glimpse of his face! There was a point where I thought his grasp
was loosening and I tried making his hand slip, But he knew what I was trying to do, so he
tightened up his grip. I thought I was done; a dead girl for sure. My faith for life was dying and my belief of
death was pure. As I started to give up, I swear, I heard my heart begin to tear. Growing impatient for Death to arrive, the man
took out a sharp, rugged tool, So he could finally end me; so frightening, so
cruel. But my friend Hope and her sister Strength
came out of nowhere to save my life. They took him down before he could stop my
heart with his knife. The name of the one that tried to kill me? His
name is Depression, sir. But don’t worry. We’ve got him under control,
and soon, things will go back to the way they were. © 2012 LucioleAuthor's Note
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Added on March 18, 2012Last Updated on March 31, 2012 Tags: hope, strength, depression AuthorLucioleMy Imagination , NJAboutLuciole is a pen name. In French it means "firefly" I'm a 18 year-old girl who loves to write, read, and listen to music. I'm a little bit of a nerd. I like to sing a lot more than I'd care to ad.. more..Writing
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