Breaking PointA Poem by Justin TobeyDepression has lifted! (Hopefully for good!) :DHarsh reality slashes back and forth, filling my soul with pure, festering shadow. The darkness ravages my mindscape, destroying the happiness and bliss that was once found in the simplest things.
The emerald, dew-covered blades of grass that once so enthralled me with their beauty fade to nothing more than dull background, passing by with dull recognition.
Soft, golden, shimmering sand, that once enraptured my vision with hopes of love, peace, and calm are barely even noticed by me. Gold mist whithers to dust in the wind.
Meanwhile, I go about my days as usual, and the growing despair in my heart hides. But never dies away. With the starry night, senseless fears and petty angers erupt in a vortex of spiraling depression.
Negative qualities assault my mind. My lack of definition, untameable individuality the contradicting need and disgust of fitting in with the others. So few around me can traverse the complex corridors of my heart, soul, and mind.
Finally, I reach the breaking point. Tears burst out, sobs rack my body as the black chaos fight to overwhelm me. Everything fades away to reveal the battle of light and dark within.
Cleansing Water and Fire soothe me and I realize with my first hope in weaks: As the breaking point splits down the barriers of me, it releases the foul contortions of reason. It is not my mind that has reached its breaking point, but the horrible dam of depression that locked away the simple pleasure and bliss.
Life returns to the unending pattern, but in my hollow smile is a spark of true joy as I revel in the world. The empty void of my eyes is filled with a flash of new creativity.
Shining, vibrant grass fills my mind and my heart is surrounded by sparkling golden mist. © 2008 Justin TobeyAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 22, 2008 Last Updated on August 22, 2008 AuthorJustin TobeyThe West, Milky Way Galaxy, ExistenceAboutName: Justin Age: Older than some piano benches, younger than some stars. Brain-orientation: Right Eye color: Brown Pet rock's name: Supreme High Chancellor Nuic I've always been interested in .. more..Writing
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