The monster called depression almost won over me. Sometimes I look back and wonder where I would have been without my son. He is my saving grace and the reason why I changed my mind. My poem to him as a tribute.
During birth, I was scared sick, Did not know what to do, and I was gonna sink, So deep was I helpless, I often battled with being hopeless. Then you came, I carried you in my arms with no shame, A boy straight fruit of my loins, Oh what a joy I felt, like a millionaire with some coins, My son, My sun. Sometime later a monster knocked my door, “Postpartum Depression”, he introduced himself as he sat on the floor, Definitely spinning my mind to the core, I was struggling to eat, drink or even reason at all. My life felt useless. Yes, we had a newborn, but I was so clueless, Days to months, this visitor pressed on my being, Months to years, counselling was not helping a thing, Hopeless, I took a stool and my tie, Putting it round my neck, I was ready to die. Happily, my son opened the bathroom door, Calling me daddy, he caught me and I went ahead to implore, “Son, forgive me!” “Dad, Leave the tie and come play with me”, Crying, I unraveled the tie, I should not be living this lie. Here was a boy, who saved my life, All I had to do is believe in myself, Let all the stress away, And go forth to my son to play. From then on, My spirit has been child-like, Living each day and putting the No-stress button on, My life is so much more Dinseyland-like. Postpartum depression, get out of my door! There is definitely n room for you anymore! ANONYMOUS DAD