(Note: Depression is a disease and this poem is not to make light of it. This poem is for depression as a mood - not a chronic illness)
Hey there!
When you feel you've seen it all
and nothing impresses you anymore
come to me
Let's get excited about those priceless little things
like a sea-shell
like the waves
like digging up some potatoes
like facing the wind
like dancing a little jig
like checking patterns on leaves
like catching fish and letting them go
like watching a sunset
like being awestruck by the mountains
like chasing a butterfly
like a baby's hand in yours
like running after the horizon
like just smelling a flower deeply
like you mother's home-made jam
Hey there! Do you find all this very 'childish'?
They're much better than the box of pills
you're reaching for.
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