Right left up down everything that’s all around is spinning fast and getting jumbled help me fast before it crumbles
I am lost I am confused I do not know which way to choose
I am sinking drowning perhaps I’ve lost my ship so I guess that’s that “man overboard” (yelled loud and clear) but I lost my breath just in time to not hear
Someone save me Someone help I don't want to be All by myself
But, In the dark and twisting waves Someone reaches out. There is someone who saves Me from all the lost inside myself Somehow someone helps.
everything will be alright at the end of the tunnel there is light There is hope right around that corner you cannot yet see. But trust me. nothing is lost that cannot be found
A tangible example of my personal process and attempt to talk myself out of the dark hole of depression that seems to regularly engulf me. Though I can find that light, somehow I always find myself jumping overboard right back into that dark hole. So here I am returning, adding to, and revising this poem. yet. again.