Depression…

In the quiet corridors of my mind,
shadows bloom in silent disarray—
a weight unseen, a chill that clings
to every whispered memory.

Each day, a slow descent
into a sea of muted grays,
where laughter is a distant echo
and hope, a fragile ember fighting the dark.

Yet in this solitude, a truth persists:
even the deepest night cradles the promise
of a dawn not yet imagined.

If you find these words resonate,
remember you are not alone—
in shared silence, we may find the strength
to kindle our own light.