Dawn & Dusk

I see my poems on depression as a way of understanding me. When I bury my feelings in the dark, I find that I am condemned to wander round in circles without knowing why.

I do not see them as declarations of truth. I know the bleakness in them is a distorted image.

But understanding myself – the thoughts and motivations behind my actions – empowers me to change.

I may exaggerate
Miscalculate and over-estimate
I may badly mistranslate
The script of my heart
 
I may fail to moderate
Or consistently over-rate
Completely misappropriate
The feelings in my mind
 
My words may be inadequate
Handwriting inelegant
And my spelling attempts negligent
As I attempt to hit the resonance
Of the cry of my soul
 
But what is legitimate
As I play this inner instrument
Is that I hope of understanding this magnificent
And extremely intricate
Person that I am