Dawn & Dusk

My last few poems have talked about the importance of expressing emotions.

Here’s why I have learned that I cannot stay there.

Some emotions are a trap. I have found that the pit that they dig has no bottom.

So I am learning that after I have felt, I evaluate. Then I let go of the hopelessness and other emotions that will lead me nowhere.

Depression bids me to wallow
With it in misery’s pit
It reminds me of my agonies
That almost made me quit
 
It arranges my sorrow into a song
Its melody pierces my heart
It weeps tears over my wounds
It almost seems genuinely hurt
 
But as I sit in misery’s pit
I see life passing me by
And I begin to realise
It’s making my sorrows multiply
 
For it needs my misery
If it is to survive
To drink the blood from my wounds
So that it can thrive
 
And so, to free myself
I must face more pain
Begin to hack at the coalface                       
To make the life of my dreams
 
Depression’s wail will not leave
It comes every morning when I rise
But I must seek comfort elsewhere
If I wish to survive
 
Instead, I turn to Hope
Who acknowledges my pain
But instils in me belief
That I can feel happy again
 
With tears on my cheek
I leave my regrets behind
Take hold of Hope’s hand
And walk towards the light