Liberation in Depression

When I care no more,

I open the cage’s door.

When with weight I’m pulled right down,

And in my own tears I drown.

Its then that feathers begin to grow.

And up above the clouds I flow.

The heart its chains and burdens shed

When I become uncouth, unread.

Not future, nor gone, nor now, me bothers

Not covers, nor bricks, nor suppers.

It’s timeless, mass less, an infinite freedom.

I experience, when I’ve crossed the sanctum.

It’s crossing this bridge that is the challenge.

That’s when your inside rots with stench.

It’s like the rotting of a dead.

Coz death is where the sanctum begins.

There develops a massive black hole.

That sucks your inside solid and whole.

Its post this, the phoenix rises,

In all its glory strong and broad.

It’s when ‘musts’, worries and time cease.

Love and ideas come with ease

You blow like the wind and flow like the water.

As if a gem you begin to glitter.

They’ll try to pull you out of sanctum,

Coz normal it’s not, as says their theorem.

But let them do it not to you.

It’s agonizing when it’s new.

But when you’ve gone, all the way through

You’ll find the freedom that’s real and true