'You Got To Eat Something Made With Love & Joy' - Dot | The Cure

In shadows’ grasp, where sunlight seldom gleams,

Two silent foes arise, as in a dream.

Depression, heavy anchor of the soul,

Anxiety, a tempest taking toll.

Depression, like a weight upon the chest,

A cloak of darkness, robbing all that’s best.

It whispers lies, of hope forever lost,

As joy and peace it tirelessly exhausts.

Anxiety, a ceaseless, racing mind,

A storm that’s hard to leave, impossible to bind.

It paints the future in uncertain hues,

With worry’s brush, it weaves its web of blues.

But in this struggle, there is strength to find,

For deep within, the human spirit’s kind.

We fight these battles, day by weary day,

Seeking the light to chase the dark away.

Support and love, our shields in this terrain,

Together we can weather all this pain.

For in the darkest night, a star will gleam,

And hope will rise, a beacon in the dream.

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