My story of depression and anxiety

It's been going on
For a year now ,
Yet it feels like an eternity .

  It's like a Cresent moon
Darkly beautiful

My eyes are fazed
As if they have
cataracts in them ;

My mind has started losing its
Focus ,

It has become a broken road
With slow progress .

It has broken and
Made me aware at the same time.
It's a teacher
aswell  a stone.

It has confused me,
Opened doors
That I'm yet to know the
Purpose of .

It's turning my heart
Into a mud vessel and ;
Moulding my mind into
Steel.

Always knew that
There are wars going on
Yet never realised that—
One could exist in me .

I have been battling for
God knows how long.
My shield is breaking ,

My hope is fading like
The smokey wind.

I'm yet to know the outcome ,

The affect .

I just know that it's
Like the thorns and roses ,
Painfully beautiful.

It melts me slowly     
Like ice ,
Sets me on fire
In public .

Pieces scatter away into
The unknown .

It has turned me into a
Flickering candle .

There's no candle without
A wind.

My candle is melting softly ;
Winds flows—
Sometimes fast
Sometimes slow .

It wants the flame to fade ,
That won't happen .

Atleast not now .

My flame sometimes lessens ,
But not much for me to burn .

The sight can be described as :
A candle around a fast gushing sea .

It has some aspects of modern art ;
People comment about it
But nobody knows the ingredients
Behind it.

If you look at it from
The mind's view :

It manages to fit itself ,
Into every aspect of
Creation .

Beautiful Painful Creations

It's a Cresent Moon
Darkly beautiful. 
   

-Ridhima Joshi