Monday, January 30, 2012

Depression is a frozen lake

Depression is a frozen lake
   where feelings forget soft and warm
   and skip upon the ice like pebbles tossed
   in soundless sadness of joy lost.
Coming out of depression
   thoughts of clarity missed before
   float to top beneath icy mirror
   reflecting wisdom of essential core.
Swimming up toward coming out
   I hold my breath in anticipation
   that the edge of light will lead to
   full warmth far from endless cold.
Underneath ice shows sunlit streaks
   of yellow, gray, a bit of orange and
   splotches of lilac and blue as white
   light lies within all colors new.
Return to joy as frozen fissures let go
   and someone dances up the wall
   having traded stuck for the
   roving rhythm of rhyme. 

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