Another day, doing my chores,
All tired and eyes sore.
And then I saw him!
There he was with his unusual dim.
Leaving me a little restless,
Avoidably smiling a little less.
As days passed he grew closer,
I struggled as he got stronger.
I howled, I cried,
But he kept holding onto me like his pride.
Choking me until I was out of breath,
He, was an unnatural threat.
Exhausted I asked to give his identification,
He smirked and replied, ‘I’m DEPRESSION’!
Poem: The Uninvited Guest
We could not afford to buy time to undergo five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) and landed on the sixth one fairly quickly – resilience.