The Visitor

I know the sun is shining, and the blossom in full bloom

But an air of deep depression permeates this room

The ‘black dog’, Churchill called it; I can understand just why

It’s by no means unfamiliar; a common passer-by

It’s not a welcome visitor, nor did it ask permission

To come and lodge a while, so I eye it with suspicion

It has visited before, this dark presence in my brain

Oh, how I bid it leave me and not return again.

Author: Ellie Thompson

Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ... ... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full. I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊

27 thoughts on “The Visitor”

  1. This is such a poignant poem, and I’m sure one most of us can relate to. (I hadn’t realized that it was Churchill who first referred to depression as a black dog. It’s a very good description!) May that dog’s visits be few and very, very brief.

    1. Thank you, Ann. I’m sure many people can relate to this at some point in their lives. I’ve always thought that the ‘black dog’ label for depression was very accurate, too. I hope it’s visit will be brief, also. I seem to be up and down like a yoyo these days. X 🦒🌷

    1. Thanks, Devang. I know I usually write a lot more. However, this poem seemed to be sufficient for me to express my feelings in this case. I’m glad you liked it, though … Ellie πŸ¦’πŸŒΉπŸ•Š

  2. I’ve been visited most of my adult life by the black dog. Sometimes he stays so long I feel like we have become friends and he sits on my head at night pressing it into the pillow. I hope you can fight your way out and your therapist has some ways to help you through this (temporary) dark patch.

    1. I’m sorry you’re as familiar as I am with the black dog. I completely identify with him sitting on your head in that manner. I feel the same, especially first thing in the morning when I can’t face the world. My therapist is lovely (unlike the last one I had, but that’s a whole other story from a few years ago now). I have a lot of trust in her and know that as long as I put the hard work in, she will help me to come out the other side and be able to see the light again. Thanks again, dear Bridgette, for your comforting words, sharing and your kind heart … Ellie Xx πŸ¦’πŸ€—πŸ’•

  3. Some of the most powerful poems, Ellie, are ones that use few words. This is one of them. I had forgotten about Churchill’s reference to the Black Dog. Hopefully it’s visits are becoming less frequent.

    1. Thanks for commenting, Davy. I’ve always connected Churchill with that phrase. It just sticks in my head. I’m not having a brilliant day today, but hopefully, tomorrow will be better.

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