Depression and God
Drifting through a sea of darkness that surrounds me. I come to a fork in the road.
From one side of the fork comes a heavy draft of dry, scorched air.
But will it lead me to the surface?
The proverbial light at the end of the other tunnel barely a pin prick far off in the distance,
Appearing at times to wink out all together,
Never getting any closer. Could it be a mirage?
False hope haphazardly developed by a broke mind,
Trying desperately to protect itself from oneself?
To do so could be detrimental to ones health like with the pressing of a detonator button,
The mind wishes to be vaporized into oblivion.
Instantly part of the darkness once again,
Dissipated into a blessed nothingness.
No, it's not safe to think!
But one must because the nothingness is a lie,
Assuredly there is nowhere that nothing exists and nowhere to hide.
Not from one's self and certainly not from God so why try?
The mind protecting the body reminds itself that the light is not a mirage,
That the darkness can not hold back the light of God.
So I drift down the tunnel,
Towards the pinprick of light off in the distance.
And though the tunnel narrows,
The light brightens and I am nearly free.
Eternity is just up ahead.