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Her Depression
Posted: 23 July 2004
Word Count: 159
Summary: Some one very close to me suffers from depression. I try to get my head around it in this poem.
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Why is the glass half empty when it’s really half full?
Why ponder for the shortfall of a £5 when you later gain 10?
Why grieve for the loss of a son instead of the gain of a daughter?
Why sob for those you don’t know, yet turn your back on those you do?
What makes people’s hearts so dark?
What makes their love so conditional?
Why are there some never happy with their lot,
Whilst others with less smile on?
Why not be grateful for the stars when requesting the moon?
Why not bask in the love of your family – and new babies,
Instead of drowning in a bottle of gin.
I am a half full cup ‘kinda gal
One door shuts and another opens
I don’t get it all – explain
Afterall we share the same blood
What haunts you that – that leaves me behind
Let me in, Let me help
I love you xxx
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 Nell at 12:26 on 23 July 2004
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Hi bookmark, and welcome. These are perplexing questions and perhaps there are no answers - at least no easy ones. We're all different, unique, the sum not only of our genes but our experience. I couldn't help wondering when reading whether you'd show her the poem - I do feel that the person you're addressing is a woman - and what her answer would be. It could be interesting to pair this with those answers, like a poetic dialogue. I like the hesitancy in this line: What haunts you that – that leaves me behind... it's unusual, and very touching. Thought-provoking work, look forward to more.
Nell.
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 roovacrag at 20:30 on 23 July 2004
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Bookmark welcome to WW.
This is a great piece of work.
Depression is an illness no one actually sees.
How many of us say shake yourself,get your life together without realising what we say.
Good one.
xx Alice
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Account Closed at 20:27 on 24 July 2004
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Hi Bookmark,
The title grabbed me to read this, and I am glad that I did.
Depression is something I can identify with and being depressed can make your behaviour seem quite irrational when the person depressed thinks it quite rational :)
I think with your poem that your have portrayed this illusion very well and made both points of view quite credible. I enjoyed reading it, and it made me smile to think that there are people out there that care about a person's well-being.
This line really stood out for me:
"Why not be grateful for the stars when requesting the moon?"
Ste
x
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gard at 00:23 on 04 August 2004
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Hi Bookmark
like the rhythm in this
don’t get it all – explain
Afterall we share the same blood |
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Not wishing to lecture, but
Mental illness is often termed the invisible disease: an analogy of depression is it can be a cold, or raging flu or terminal cancer leading to death (suicide). It was a cultural component of WWI/II that in those troubled times, people did not acknowledge sadness, fear, depression instead "keeping the chin up", men were encouraged in this effect and it stayed with the british people a long time. In many societies depression is considered as normal as any emotion and in other cultures they have as many words for depression as the english do for the rain, or eskimos for snow (Wolpert on depression).
But I do applaud your strength of character, you are so lucky and the "I love you" at the end...just be careful it does not make you blind to the needs of others...
look forward to more of your writing
G
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miffle at 00:30 on 04 August 2004
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Bookmark, a brave, understanding and touching poem. I was touched deeply by the line especially: | Afterall we share the same blood |
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Someone who just wants to reach out I felt: a reaching out poem, an important one. Sorry, I was so late to find it. Kind regards, Nikki
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