ON
DEPRESSION &
HEARTACHE
Text by Brian Dale
Illustration (opposite
page) by Kimmo
Matias
So sorry am I the many of you right now
swirling thru horrid skullscapes of loss &
dread & horror; without stars to follow nor
compass for navigation, howling howling
howling in hopeless night -- regretting
everything past & dreading imagined futures,
unable to find lost soul & self; bereft, in a
vortex of self-pity & numb despair, you circle
the drain of your dreams in faceless agony.
Know you all that forever is not this, that it is
but a storm of circumstance, or a set of broken
neurons deep in your heart's core sparking
these tempests of terror. This too shall pass,
you must but endure, as endure you've done
before & shall do again later. Stronger still are
you, whether you have knowledge of it or not.
Batten the hatches, stop all the leaks of life &
force, avoid decisions of permanent nature &
lick your wounds well, waiting for the tornado
of loss to pass you by so you can again rebuild
& be well & be whole.
Brian Dale
(c) May 7, 2016