Monday, October 16, 2006

A poem describing some of my depression

When through the dark of night in pain
I wander through the fields of rain
When nothing seems to be worthwhile
Still you are near through all the miles

I walk in sunshine and still the woe
Seems closer than a breath and so
I pace the miles within a room –
The room of mind that’s full of gloom

Yet in that gloom there is a spark
Of unseen hope in midst of dark
A smell that fire again may light
And bring perspective to my sight

A memory left both faint and dim
When I could feel and sing a hymn
Of praise to God and joy in life
Though all I have right now is strife.
Copyright Roger Victoria, 2006

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