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Over at dVerse poets pub Grace host tonight.
Hi everyone! Welcome to our OpenLinkNight ! This is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day. For those who missed the Mr Linky deadline the past week or this Tuesday’s poetics about the “muse mixology” poem, this is also your opportunity to share your poem. I also want to remind you that our Haibun Monday is still open the whole week.
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.” Carl Jung.
How to catch a cloud?
or fish out a reflection?
How to listen to and hear
the face in the mirror
that outside inside YOU
that tells you what you are not?
How to dance with stillness
and run to no place
to hide in plain sight?
How to express the inexpressible?
To feel that which is nameless and
to colour it invisible?
How to HOWL in the silence and
look like there is nothing going on?
How to fit because you think you must
and when everyone is trying to do that
surely none of us need to?
How to be the Me that has
I see you clearly and honor that
but it is only
Filtered through a lack of seeing
Cracked lens world view.
Broken at birth.
tax on my soul.
Dark dis(comfort) blanket.
or is it?
how do I define a part of ME
In truth I am
In the shadow
In the light.
I am here
and in the mirror.
The reflection is caught by itself.
There is no separation.
Over the years depression has come to visit me and then departed. No matter how many times it comes to stay, there always remains the possibility of it being the last.
It’s still that scary at times, despite years of personal development work on my behalf. Despite knowing how loved I am by family and community.
‘I might not make it through this time’ or ‘what is the point anymore’ are thoughts that occur still in the darkness.
For some people that darkest hour holds no promise of dawn. They never get to see it.
I understand that and I am so blessed to wake this day and see my own dawn once again. Perhaps this was depression’s last visit. I doubt it.
So work with it I must continue to do. Writing for me is an essential part of that process and so today I wanted to write about depression.
I strive to be of value in this world. To live in service to a greater good. To help my fellow human companions on their journey. All of them wherever I encounter them in real or virtual time.
I know now I don’t need to be perfect to achieve that. I know that by pulling myself out of the darkness each time it falls, I move into a place of more balance.
I can see both sides now.
I know that the light can consume me just as easily as the dark if I am not vigilant.
All I can offer is my own truth.
Authentic and cracked.
* Note: The conversation below about The Black Dog came about because I originally linked a video about depression to this poem. I have removed it after a conversation with Zenia because it holds Black Dogs in a poor light. There was no reference to The Black Dog in the Poem except the title which I have also changed.
Let’s see Black Dogs in the same light as all Dogs.