A poem about melancholy meandering with merriment in the morning.
When you pull yourself out of a terribly dark place and you remember the essence of who and what you really are.
Emergence / Emergency. I wrote a version of this many years ago and found it recently. There were a couple of edits, but not much. It was me, and still is me. A simple idea written in complicated language.
I stumbled upon this poem I wrote about six years ago when I was experiencing such overwhelming panic and simultaneous bouts of depression that I contemplated ending my life. I am not ashamed to wear my psychic pain in plain sight. I’m glad I’m here today to share this, while healthy and very much alive.