Slaying The Reaper

A poem of our personal journey dealing with depression.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Morphed into a hideous creature. 
Misusing your power to reflect. 
Monsters emerge unfettered.

Inside my mind, I know you lie,
Insisting that I am nothing.
Instigating the images of sadness,
Involving your twisted image in my consciousness.

Ready or not, I am busting you down. 
Ripping your glass complexion off the wall,
Revealing your true self, your lie.

Red pigment hits my hand,
Really, your glass cuts deep.

Or are you a phantom in my mind,
Ordained to torment me.
Ordering subjugation of my inner self.

Repulsive wretch! I am worthy.
Reaper of sadness, I slay you.

Author note

Depression is serious. It can tear you down and make you feel worthless. We wrote this poem as a manifestation of depressive thoughts. We specifically chose this formating to emphasize the reality and lack of reality of self-awareness. What you see in the mirror every day reflects your self-acceptance. It is your inner thoughts and feelings are not facts.

We can look into the mirror on the day and love it. The next day we hate everything we see. Depression is not reality, but it sucks you into dark places.

Rising above it is a challenge that many faces. We face it every day, you are not alone.