Walls pulled apart.
Inside and out:
Rubble rubble rubble.
Breathing in deep the dust
Of human existence.
It is not that I fear death.
It is not that I do not know
The pointlessness of life.
It is the pointlessness of pain
That drives my fears;
And when the world crumbles
All around me,
I ask
Have I no shelter from this pain?
Is there no end?
Rubble rubble rubble.
vic briggs 
This one really got me. Too many times I have felt that way – like you’re just lost in that rubble and all the dirt and dust of life is caked on your face. But it sure is beautiful what we can turn it into.
Thank you for your comment, Bryan. I used to be afraid and ashamed to admit to my struggle. Making the first steps now. One in three people struggle with depression. If I can help at least one other person find the strength to claw their way out of it then it was all worth it.
Oh, I agree. As silly as it sounds, you really are helping change the world for the better. It is amazing what we can do when we let love overcome fear.
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‘The pointlessness of pain’. I think that this phrase goes along way towards describing the physical agony of depression that can never been seen by, or explained to, anyone who has not experienced it. Great writing, Vic.
Thank you, Chris. It is true that those who have not experienced depression cannot understand it. They can empathise, yes. They can be there for the other, listen, offer support. But understanding of that kind… one only gets when they experience it first hand.