Coming Out of Depression

Coming Out of Depression

The calliope of time plays many tunes, how is it my ear hears only requiems?

Still, the shadow is lifting, somewhat, and though I cannot say I have moved surely into sunlight, it is not as dark in my soul as it has been. For that, I am grateful, even if I cannot say that I shall ever live totally out of shade. It appears my DNA was tinted black, and my Irish-ness is of the bog and not the heather.



About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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