. . .

surviving depression’s storms

A nighttime lightening strike above a city glowing from its lights

…your floundering
Drowning life and your effort to save yourself,
Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,
Looking for something to give.”
Ted Hughes

Sometimes you just have to breathe, and breathe again.

Wait for the storm to roll over you,

without letting it pull you under,

drown you in the depths …

because then *they win

and I’ll be damned if

I’m going to let *them win again

no. *they’ve taken enough

seared into my soul enough

ruined too many things

so, NO, not today…

Today I’m gonna let this storm

batter and beat me down,

but I will NOT let it

beat me under

it will NOT

end me

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