In Honor of the Man Robin, In Sorrow for His Pain

Depression is a terrible life to deal with. I know because I've struggled with it most of my life. I had no knowledge that Mr. Williams bore the same trauma, the same pain, nor that he was choosing paths of healing that could not help him. I really think that there is only one way out of depression, but it is my opinion also that the door on it never completely closes. The next episode may be easier to deal with than the last one, but it is somewhere in the future.
Depression in one hyphenated word is the condition of not being able to experience self-love. When you accept yourself you allow love to enter your heart, and it is amazing how life begins to change. The healing quality of love will take you as far as you want to go. The poem I have written gives the source of my own discoveries in regard to healing, and whether it is one you might choose or not, I urge you to consider it. Forgiving self is the beginning.

FORGIVENESS
I think of the day ahead and shiver in anxious dread
Yet something urges me not to stay but to welcome what lies ahead
I place both feet upon the floor, knowing choice can bless or damn
Pleading that my love is real, I want no part of sham.

Perhaps you don't understand that dawn brings more than days
It brings love and beauty and welcome, and tells the world He stays
I wrap a cloak about me to protect against a chill
And step outside to see Him as He mounts the holy hill.

In awe I stand completely still, rejoicing in His perfect will
The dawn I dreaded is now in my heart a blessing of goodwill
Fresh trials await at sorrow's gate, but now I know it's true
In order to witness a beautiful dawn darkness must go away too.

The way to the door is a memory now, the dread, a bad disease
From which I am now allowed to recall soft blending hues of sheen
For the morning's pain provided opportunity to thank Him once again
For life and love from the dawn of that day, when Calvary gave it all.

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