Melancholy Cure
Melancholy Cure
Within the depths of the psyche dwells a living nerve.
When touched upon, pain is metaphoric changing to rearrange mood.
Don’t close the mind, open the throbbing center of emotion.
Flowing through is a euphoria; when the breath of life is slowed much is revealed.
Self realization uplifts our downs.
It’s a narcotic spring that brings us relief.
The drug is control; the dosage should exceed the size of the seed that grows to destroy the soul.
The disease will only cease when cured by the heart.
Depression then becomes benign; in that it is dying
brought to an emphatic death by what else – the ability to once again create happiness from within.
As the dispair disappates, a smile appears.
Painted with the hue of confidence on a canvas once torn with sadness; mended only by one's own inward strength.
Stress morbidly kills... While a strong will survives!
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