to find a glimmer of light
in this sea of
blackened thoughts
is like trying to find a torch
that is the treasure marked
with an X on a foreign map
written in an unknown tongue
in the middle of the thick darkness
known by subterranean dwellers

think happy thoughts
they say
keep a journal of gratitude
they say
focus on the positive
they say

they
have never experienced
the depth of hopelessness
found at the height of despair