maybe tomorrow

Hi, friends!

Over 264,000,000 people worldwide live with depression.

I wrote this poem in support of our friends and family members struggling with depression, anxiety, or any mental health challenges that impede their daily lives. A poet’s humble attempt at empathy.

Please hold your loved ones close. Listen to them. Accept them. Encourage them. LOVE them.

I welcome you to share your thoughts and feelings in the Comments section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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maybe tomorrow

this dungeon of my mind’s making

a prisoner in the darkness

bare-faced cooled by the concrete floor

caress of shadows my solace

maybe tomorrow, my darling,

maybe tomorrow, my sweet love,

this gaol door stands open always

sunshine so near i can smell it

and i know

i know

i know

in my ragged soul

you await me in that daybreak

ready patient arms wide open

maybe tomorrow, my darling,

maybe tomorrow, my sweet love,

just a little more time, i’m tired,

so tired, and those stairs look so steep

let me sleep here in the darkness

let me dream of what could have been

11 comments

  1. can relate too hard, sadly; wrote something which echoes your words. Would you like the link? I cannot agree hard enough with all you said here.

  2. Well written! Really takes me to that place I have felt a million times as I struggle with depression. I know all about “maybe tomorrow,” and being in the “shadows.” Great poem, my friend!

  3. This is a “close to home” topic and you capture the up and down of the condition very well. Thank you for sharing this.

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