Owl eyes, won’t tell me lies -
Wisdom they plant within, let the journey begin
Of self discovery, Spiritual recovery.
How does it feel to fly
So quietly
Through all darkness to find your sustenance?
Teach me your ways, lessons to utilize for the rest of days
I have much to learn -
How to discern
When to give myself permission
To be still and listen.

Owl eyes, this darkness seems like my demise
But, you see so clearly in the condition that seems to nearly
**** me;
So threatening, never ending.
Lift me up on your wings; show me the beauty that nighttime brings.
Dissolve my life long delusion riddled with psychological confusion.
The dark descends to create contrast right alongside the downcast
Soul
As it waits to become whole.
When the shadows appear,
The light is always near.

Owl eyes, it is often difficult to visualize
That I, too, can navigate through the darkness
and appreciate
The uncomfortable lessons which emanate from depression
Rather than wrestling with my mind, leaving me tired and blind
Closing my eyes, deep breathing, releasing sighs
Feeling the breeze, slowly carrying away this disease.