Depression

Falling with a crash
into starless night;
no chink of light
except the dawn of understanding.
I beg for
A friend explains, "It's not a breakdown,
it's a breakthrough."

Release me from these knots in my head.
Free me, don't drag me back into gloom.
I take half a step forward in hope.
Then the darkness slices down
like a silent shutter.

I crave sleep for its sweet dreams.
I crave hugs to banish the iciness.
Slouched in an armchair,
chin on my chest,
stroking the cat on my lap,
soothes my worries.

My counsellor helps me navigate through
these uncharted waters,
to sail through wild storms
of memories
that reverberate today.

At the Clinic I paint my inner turmoil.
A bright sun always shines
in the top right-hand corner;
a sign of hope to hold out for.

November 2020 & June 2022