The Voice No One Knows [On Hold]

**The Voice of Depression**

In the shadows where whispers dwell, 
A voice emerges, weaving a spell. 
It creeps through the silence, a haunting refrain, 
Echoing softly in the recess of pain. 

“Welcome,” it murmurs, with a chilling grace, 
“Come closer, my dear, let me show you this. 
Where sunlight is muted, and laughter is frail, 
Where hope wears a shroud, and dreams often pale.” 

It dances, a specter in gray, 
Casting its net in the light of the day. 
With threads spun from sorrow, it binds pleads, 
tales of your worth, sowing terrible seeds.’re not enough,” it slyly intones, 
“Your heart is a burden, your thoughts made of stones. 
Look at the world and all that you lack, 
You’re a maze, there’s no turning back.” 

It feeds on the moments when confidence wanes, 
When joy feels like shadows, and love feels like chains. 
The voice of depression, it holds you so tight, 
A companion in darkness, forsaking the light. 

But deep in the silence, a flicker resides, 
A spark of resilience, though often hides. 
For beneath all the anguish, beyond every tear, 
Lies a strength that can rise, though it sometimes feels sheer. 

So I challenge this echo, this thief of my soul, 
I’ll gather my courage, reclaim what is whole. 
With every soft whisper that beckons despair, 
I’ll forge a new anthem, a song in the air. 

“I am not just shadows; I’m vibrant and bright, 
I’m woven from stardust, I’m built for the fight. 
These burdens are it yearns to shine.” 

In the depths of the night, I will learn to be bold, 
To unravel the stories that darkness has told. 
For voices may linger, but they do not dictate, 
The path that I choose, the love I create. 

Embracing the struggle, I’ll dance with my fear, 
Each step a declaration: “I am still here!” 
The voice of depression may whisper and scheme, 
But I’m stronger than ever; I'm reclaiming my dream. 

So let it be known, in the echoes of strife, 
That even in shadow, I’ll honor my life. 
For beyond all the anguish, the sorrow, the scars, 
There blooms a great beauty, like light from the stars. 

And though the voice may return, like a wave on the shore, 
I’ll listen with wisdom, and then close the door. 
With hope as my anchor and love as my guide, 
I’ll rise from the darkness with my arms open wide. 

Together with those by my side, 
We’ll paint over shadows, in colors untried. 
For the voice of depression may speak, but I’ll know, 
That love is the answer, and together we grow.