Expressions

Depression has never embarrassed me nor has the Daughter of Distraught broke bread with me. I use to be be in the presence of Children of Happiness and wined with the Sons of Patience. I miss the days of old, not a care or worry in sight.....

Setting and Scene:

It really is hard to stay up when I fall hard every time I try. I've been jobless since the Eve of Christmas. I've sent out about a dozen resumes with applications. I've been told that by many that I would hear back the following Friday. I have yet to hear back from anyone. I've been scraping and clawing to make ends-meat. My credit is being destroyed because I have bills to pay off now and my unemployment hasn't come yet. This really sucks. As each day goes by, my Credit gets worse and worse. My chance of getting a job gets smaller and smaller because of it too. I am hesitant to apply at some jobs due to fear of what has been happening to me... NOTHING...

These days are becoming more and more depressing. My eyes don't want to open. My heart wants to stop beating. My lungs want to quit breathing. My brain won't let them; it's constant pulse and thought process keeps me from falling into the abyss of pitch. There is a ominous glow below me and radiant light coming form above. I'm stuck in between in dull mist of Limbo.

The Story Begins:

I know I must not be taken by the cleverness of depression or give into the sweetness of despair. I must keep my Hope afloat with the positives I have. I have a roof over my head, I have a loving family that came to my aid, I have wonderful people around and near me, plus I have small opportunities that have risen from the ashes of pain and sadness. Help me look at this life with open eyes and open arms and allow me to aid you when I can. Fear not the coming of the Lady of Darkness, for the Sons of Hope and Prosperity bring tidings to those who keep their faith and hope alive.

I can hear the Drums in the dark. The screeching of the starving wolves grows louder. They have not eaten in many nights and no longer howl to pay homage to the Moon above. The Moon looks down upon me with his dark and empty eyes. I can feel Despair growing in my heart. It swims in and out of my veins and arteries. My Brain fights it by holding on to Hope and Faith. A internal battle of good and evil, of Right and Wrong, of Ying and Yang. I must not loose my hope. I must believe in my faith....

All in all we must all keep our heads held up high and never allow our crowns to fall. This is the Era of Expression.