Travel Through Depression

Tue, 10/28/2014 - 22:25 -- Ember B

What up-lifts me is being in the sunlight

Looking back and seeing the dark inside the tunnel.

Still in sight, but getting smaller as I move forward.

I’ve been on this ride for four long hours

The long, slow train traveling along those clanky tracks

And I was in the little red caboose.

I rode along in the rocky cab

The wheels rolling along the steel felt loose

It shook me.

I rode along when the tunnel came

And plunged the compartment Into darkness.

Where

Was

I?

Dis

Or

I

Aint.

Disoriented.

The sun hurt when I came back out Into the warmth.

Slowly I adjusted to the light.

 

I had a ticket to get away from my problems

But it was a two-way pass.

I didn’t only disown myself

But I was trying to have others dis me.

The train took me from the people who cared

for a little while

As they waited

I recovered,

Stepped Back,

Into life

I

ride

on

A bright, white clouded day

Watching the birds fly as I

Look back and up at the sky.

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