It Comes Again

Depression comes in waves,

in and out like the tide.

It holds me captive,

coming to me when I least expect it.

Uncontrollably, destroying all in it's wake.

It ripples into all parts of my life,

stealing my joy,

my friends,

and my purpose.

Sometimes I am overcome with sadness.

My eyes burn like fire has been set to them.

Just when I start to see light in my dark skies,

it comes again.

So, I wallow in my broken world

and fail to pick up the pieces.