The visitor.

3 Oct 2015

Sometime depression creeps into my house

Through the back door


Sometimes he arrives at the front door

With a fanfare

And a flounce

Sometimes he waits round the corner

Ready to jump out

And pounce

And sometimes he's in the bushes

Being quiet

As a mouse

I try not to fight his presence

Try not to shut the door

Try not to close the curtains

And try not to ignore

Because he always has a message

A letter to deliver

A hidden sign, a note, a card

Or a thought for me to consider

So next time he comes I'm ready

Ready to welcome him in

Ready to say come stay with me

Lets talk, shall I begin?

And in time he'll come less often

Of that I now am clear

As I get better at spotting the signs

That his visit is drawing near

I'll know he's bought his ticket

Or is looking up his route

I'll know he's packing a suitcase

And putting it in his boot

And I'll know that I can call him

Say thank you my old friend

I know you want to help me

And your help just has to end

I've found some better ways of coping

Of getting through the day

With friends, with walks, with nature

With love and purpose and play

You've taught me life

And shown the route

And for that I'm ever grateful

So now you can set your SatNav

To another destination


A Moodscope member.

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