A call from the core

This doesn't seem to be myself.

Somewhere inside, a restlessness is raising its head again and again. Sleepless nights are only adding to my woes. I do everything to stay away from that downward feeling, but when it strikes, I see myself sinking deep into bouts of depression.

I feel like closed and caged, in a low walled cell full of darkness, where I cannot even stand properly, and I keep on scratching the walls, groping in the dark, looking for a door, a window, an opening.

Tired, it puts me to sleep.

As mornings come, I cling to the only ray of hope that visits me and cheers my day. I murmur, come to me, my sunny morning, give me the light that will put this restlessness to sleep for some more time, and I can be myself once again.