Depression

Depression is a frozen lake where
feelings forget soft and warm and

skip upon the ice like pebbles tossed

in the soundless sadness of joy lost.

Coming out of depression

thoughts of clarity missed before

float to the top beneath icy mirror

reflecting wisdom of essential core.

Swimming up towards coming out
   I hold my breath in anticipation and
   touch the edge of light with intention
   far from endless cold.

Underneath ice shows sunlit streaks
   of yellow, gray, a bit of orange and
   splotches of lilac and blue as white
   light lies within all colors new.

Return to joy as frozen fissures let go

and someone dances up the wall

having traded stuck for the

roving rhythm of rhyme.

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