Take A Look Inside…
I wrote this poem about 40 years ago. Poetry is not one of my strong suits or better talents, but those were tough times for me. Depression, anxiety and panic attacks had taken me so far down I didn’t know how to climb out.
I tried religion, meditation, therapy, medication, sex and the bottle, some with success, but writing and art turned out to be two of my more successful attempts at self discovery and recovery. I started a book (a kind of autobiographical fiction of 500 or more pages), but never finished it; this poem is all that survived my struggle.
If this is of any benefit to someone, I’m happy to share the poem. Just know, the path can be difficult, but small steps each day can help. There is always light to find within.
I’ve survived this world for 75 years now, some have been pretty shitty, some just OK and many outstanding, but today I can say… My life has been worth living and so is yours.
The Turnabout – wfe 1979 or thereabouts
Yes; I know the feelings and I know how they started, For when you tried to hide you were called cold hearted.
You saw the reaction and closed the door, That those close to you could see no more.
People looked at you and said how grand, For you there’ll soon be the promise land.
They said you knew just who you are, But, then someone spoke and the window went ajar.
The thoughts flowed in like a raging river, With currents so swift they made you quiver.
You were carried along through darkened passes, Then thrust into the light without your glasses.
When a solid rock came into view, You reached out for the safety of something you once knew.
But the hold proved weak and you were off again, Looking for strength in ropes that were worn and thin.
You drifted along in an endless struggle, Looking for the object to penetrate your bubble.
You searched in vain for this tiny pin, Yet, the key to your prison will come from within.
When you learn to open that long closed gate, The tide will turn and deliver your fate.
elamink 
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