The “Date Night”… My first actually✨
It was a date with depression
But I believe I had left my antidepressants in my car
I stood up to get it and then fell suddenly back down in my chair.
Eyes of oppression peered at me from across the restaurant called “life”
The waiter was pretty nice, said her name was deception, she took my order and served me heartbreak on a platter of gold
It was a sweet-sour meal, one that I was determined never to try again, yet I found myself placing the same order, over again.
Breathe
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew into the room, knocking my glass of sadness down.
The waiters and peering eyes seemed to shudder
What was the matter
That’s when I saw him
He came in and smiled. I could see the years of being bruised under those grey eyes
He said his best meal was bread broken over a glass of wine,
I asked, you are Mr… err… He called himself Mr. “bread of life”.
You’re joking right? Well, most definitely not.
He changed my menu
From sadness, he poured a glass of Joy and offered it to me.
He told me depression couldn’t make it, it was all handled
He ordered His best meal for me, the bread of life and my life never remained the same.
He is called Mr. Bread of Life for a reason, His name is Jesus Christ.
Our dates are held on a daily, and he’s nice enough to let me invite my friends.
In that case, who’s up for a date night?
