Realisation

She ventures outside her heavy barred door, The one that's been locked for three days or more. Morning air that should be so pure and sweet Suddenly chokes her, she shuffles her feet. Her chest contracts, she gasps and sighs, Life drains away in water-falls from her eyes. This solitary figure forlorn and distressed, Earning a label to add to the rest. She reaches the doctors, and gives her confession Her fears are made facts. . . "You have clinical depression".