The Warrior

Call it what you will,
Depression, anxiety.
I needed a label
For the dark shadow inside of me.
I wanted a name
For the troubled thoughts in my head.
That came out of nowhere
At night in my bed.
I sought some advice
This just made me cynical
When two sessions in
I was told it’s just clinical.
Keep taking the tablets
Don’t feel any shame
We can’t suggest anything
With no trauma to blame.
So I started to read
And research and to learn
That the things I filled my head with
Were a cause for concern.
Negative headlines
News filled with sadness
Movies and video games
Just violent madness.
So I made some small changes
I took matters in hand.
Your car wouldn’t run
If you fuelled it with sand.
I accept medication
As one of my tools.
But I now help myself
With a new set of rules.
Positive thinking,
Helping my mood.
Changing my diet
And I don’t mean just food.
We all have our places
On this spectrum of life.
So feed your brain goodness
When evil seems rife.
Respect one another
Happy thoughts, keep in mind
Don’t ever make judgments
Be yourself and stay kind.

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