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