On Depression
Towards the end of 2020 I felt lots crumbling around me and in me. A dark night of the soul followed. It started with shame and isolation until I could reach a place of acceptance and self love with the help of therapy. As so many know, this poem is only the tip of the iceberg of what depression can feel like.
Depression
Grief and rage
building a downward fall
Years of silence
building an upward tide
Generations of denial
building a fertile terrain
Numb agreements
building disintegration.
Walls and dams
bridges and doors
stages and lecterns
shaking
cracking
rumbling to a roar
crumbling to rubble.
Then...
Calm
air
light
space
In the dissolution, freedom
In the wreckage, wisdom
In each stone, shred, splinter: love.
holding
soothing
creating
planting.
Then…
patience
17 November 2020
