My Daily Fight (w/mental health exacerbated depression, ptsd,)

Toxic workplace bullying,

exacerbated my mental health,

breaking me down to my knees.

I fought while too ill,

my human rights,

my dignity and my guts they made me spill, and at the mercy,

of the conglomerates, I bleed.

Depression and dread,

are the bars and the black painted windows, that keep any light from coming in,

and me locked up inside.

Oppression, discrimination,

and hatred blind me,

as I wait in hopelessness for release.

Desire for love and understanding,

while bound by anxiety,

flood in on panics tide.

Mercy, grace and joy hiding in a corner,

They all forsake me,

as I wait for death,

sobbing in grief,

(from all our pain and losses),

and fighting,

for even a little bit,

of peace.

For the last of my tears over all of this mess,

of hatred and misunderstanding, I’ve cried.

[Stilltrying_]

Sounds like a terrible time you have been through. Writing poetry can be so releasing can't it? I hope it has helped you a little being able to put that terrible pain into words. Gemma