A Poem by Ioana Georgiana

How I chose to free myself out of depression's clutches.


25th august 2017

12:12 a.m.



A silenced self,

My lips have been sewn shut for months now

Anxiety, anguish, anger bubble inside my brain.


My thoughts are not my own.



In expectation of a sign,

The volcano awakens from its dormant state

Bottled up emotions resurface.


Rivers of tears stream down my features.


One by one, they burn my skin like molten lava,

I don’t feel pain at all

With every tear, every ounce of despair and distress slowly departs.


I am healed.


I can still hear my soul whisper with life,

Though it is faint, I feel it there

As if the light within me never dimmed.



© 2017 Ioana Georgiana

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Nice piece of work my friend

Posted 11 Months Ago

Feeling that you are not good enough, feeling that there is something inherently wrong with you physically, feeling that you are the “wrong” kind of person (identity crisis) or feeling that you should have been loved in a certain way, by a certain person, but were not; all make for a toxic brew for depression. Your poem certainly highlights this issue and poignantly supplies an answer – revival through believe in your self – well penned my friend! :-)

Posted 1 Year Ago

This sounds like a person who is coming out of some psychiatric crisis. The line "My thoughts are not my own" is suggestive of schizophrenia, but we cannot be certain. It might just as easily have been a catatonic state. At any rate, a type of catharsis occurs, after which the speaker feels healed in an instant "As if the light within me never dimmed." That last line is the key point of the poem. Sometimes we have to seem to lose it to get it back. Well done.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Ioana Georgiana

1 Year Ago

Most of my poems have a personal experience behind them. The line "My thoughts are not my own" refe.. read more

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Added on August 24, 2017
Last Updated on August 24, 2017
Tags: depression, sadness, anxiety, anguish


Ioana Georgiana
Ioana Georgiana


An eighteen year old with a knack for everything written. I breathe by filling my lungs with words. You can also find me at j.f.poems on Instagram. more..