Depression is a covert disease.
Her symptoms- volatility, isolation, aggression.
The victims- my love ones and me.
I did not see colours in life, but shades of grey.
Darkness visible, even in the brightest sun.
Despair was my companion and destruction, my shadow.
God led me out of the valley of death.
To see light amidst pain,
to learn that imperfection has meaning,
and storms, purpose.
That one can still see beauty,
through broken lenses.