Facing a loved one’s battles with depression.

 

            In Sickness and in Health

 

                        By David Crerand

 

Reaching out for that last bit of the lover I remember,

Searching vacant eyes for the mother of my kids,

Trying to rekindle the future’s dreams so tarnished

A sense of being punished; though you don’t know what you did.

 

Laughter used to be the standard soundtrack,

Daytrips, picnics, dancing through the night,

Now its pills, paranoia and bad television

That staves off her unending paralyzing fright.

 

I pray these days for tiny little glimpses,

Of the bawdy girl whose antics filled my life

I hope that beyond this bleak horizon

Lies the treasure chest of joy that was my wife.

 

Another night of her retiring early,

While I search the night sky for meteors and stars,

I won’t abandon all that we have hoped for,

I’ll just keep my hopes and wishes in much smaller jars.

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  • RS Wing on Aug 13, 2009

    Your poetry seems to be an emotional outlet for feelings of deep yearning and melancholy. Of days past gone. Very revealing of sadness. Great prose David.

  • I Have Had Enough on Aug 13, 2009

    If this is true, I feel for you. I have dealt with a similar thing with a loved one; and it seems like they are a completely different person. We continue to apply the same emotion and reasoning we always have; failing to accept that the other persons mindset has changed. You do the subject justice; and your right, you need to take things day by day.

  • Tanya Wallace on Aug 14, 2009

    Beautiful work!Yearning for something you once had but seemed to have lost somewhere along the way.Very heartfelt and touching.

  • Mikayla on Aug 18, 2009

    So much anguish in this David..disbelief..intense pain..I had tears in my eyes while I was reading this. When someone becomes depressed..their mental and physical condition rapidly deteriorate. The really sad thing is..depression has literally engulfed this women and she’s given up the will to keep going..while her husband is left feeling isolated, lonely and unloved in his world of lost memories. By writing this, you have highlighted the desperate need for greater awareness of depression..and captured a raw compassion and honest insights that everyone will be able to identify with.

  • WriteEditSeek on Aug 18, 2009

    Raw, intense, honest poem. The last line is especially powerful. I hope things get better.

  • Ruby Hawk on Aug 19, 2009

    Everything is change and we can’t hold on to what is past. It’s the saddest thing in life. You expressed it so well.

  • WoodlandStar on Aug 20, 2009

    A reflection of the thoughts of many. You really did capture the drama in words. And yes I could identify…I wish I couldn’t for that would mean the memories are not mine. But sadly they are.

    Great writing David….now please do one on how to maintain the patience necessary to climb up that monstrous mountain.

  • lillyrose on Sep 11, 2009

    I understand exactly how you feel although I am in your wife’s position so it must be my Husband that feels the same as you do. Its a terrifying thing that takes control and you get to the point of just not caring any more, the struggle to lead a happy life seems beyond your grasp. My love to you and your family David and don’t give up on her xxx

  • hfj on Apr 1, 2010

    Beautiful poem David. As much as we wish things could always stay the same, in our hearts we know that they can’t. We are faced each day with new challenges that put our love and devotion for each other to the test. Then we remember back to the days of old, and the unconditional love we always had for each other. We see it in the faces of our children, or drive by a place that brought us so much joy in our younger lives. It’s so sad when this is taken away from us so suddenly as your poem depicts, but you have your children and memories to sustain you through these times of uncertainty. Indeed in sickness and in health….Very well done my friend.

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