A beautiful, soulful poem, from a deeply talented writer.
The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog
This poem was written a few years past in the winter time. When my depression becomes overwhelming, especially in the winter months where I struggle the most, this poem helps me put my depression into perspective. For so many years in my life, the past has always hurt me in the present, it is one of my greatest failures in life. But, the last few years I have turned that failure into fuel for my writing fire. Enjoy.
Winter Speaks Memories
Days of winter forever speak
their loss in endless deep.
Wind grips the skin
as if by the hand of the mind—
memories not forgotten.
Empty days pass through
the hourglass of life.
Figures never stay—
words never penetrate.
My soul’s skin stretched much too thin
like sleepless nights that seem
to never end.
Endless in the sea
of depression—never breaking.
But, as sunlight breaks the clouds
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