Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I have a Long Battle.....
I have a long battle with depression - it is not my
own, I do not claim, will not beat - nor cheat it from its place
of stature or reality of mind - when handed to me
as gift mercifully I will take it, touch it with tip
of finger (one finger) - scatch it; a polished nail
(screams it loud....drop it) drop it - fear to throw it
away - (catch it)..
catch it someone unintented may...
face it - not this mirror - nor this journal
of life, the beauty of it (sweet beauty) brushes my soul
hold it, No!...no...will not root it to a nurtured field; yielding
(seeping in marrow, seeking to become whole) ...my tomorrow
its own road to forge, today's battle knows its dance
with sounded pipes, lines up
grace of victory ....melted...vice.. sweep it clean...from
cloud darkened.. canard white
weep no tears....fear washed; serene
posted for Magpie Tales #36
side note ...this piece is not about a personal depression -
wrote this before Willow posted prompt...it seemed to fit well with the light coming through....bkm