Intervention

Intervention

When the reminders of presence are strong
enough to keep one present and not seeking
the destruction of all that came before,
and the understanding of effect,
separate from cause, is firmly grasped,

the strength to accept the potential
of the current moment will awaken,
the path forward no easier
than that already taken, yet
taken out of the darkness.

This poem was inspired by Margaret Bednar’s Intervention, a flash fiction written as a response to “Prosery #1” at dVerse. I suggest you read her post. You’ll also find an audio of her piece there, as well.

Even (or especially) with this poem in mind, it’s important to understand that the complexities of depression dictate that there is no one-solution.

Ken G.

Precipice

Precipice

Niagara Falls… American Falls, foreground, and Horseshoe Falls (and Canada), background

Precipice

I have seen the edge
Sensed the draw

Marveled at an end
So precipitous

From a distance

Wondered at the thought
The motivation

How lack of motivation
Plays in the follow through

Understood, perhaps

Rapids and eddies
Are a part of life

But my path will not end
So abruptly

My course flows to the end