Dawn & Dusk

Depression is a forecaster
And a bad one at that
It took me a while to realise
That he is nothing more than a hack

He gestures dramatically
At his clouds of woe
Sweeping in from afar
Driving out all hope

Tomorrow always heralds
At least some sprinkles of failure
And there is always a possibility
Of powerful gusts of betrayal

His forecast may show
The occasional overcast spell
But any warmth will be superseded
By the extreme wind chill

But then I had a look
At Depression’s TV prompter
And I realised that
The same lines are always delivered

No matter what has happened
Or the probabilities of what could come
He never changes his declaration
That my chance of a better future is gone

I was so caught up
In his warnings of despair
That I never looked back
To see how his forecasts fared

It was then I saw
The many times he was wrong
Or even when he was right
That it never lasted long

So now I face
The tumult of life’s weather
Prepared for any storms
But expectant for something better