i am the one who...
I am the one who is falling,
always falling. Everyone else
seems to have a niche and be secure,
but I am not.
Hostile forces are watching and
approving my fall.
A kind one nearby is sympathetic - she
looks politely away.
If I were to fall far enough
I would come to the place of dark beetles,
death, endings, blackness and decay.
Two black horses steal away silently,
just as I wish to slip away silently,
sleeping my life away,
safe in my bed where I can do no wrong.
There is a gentle hand reaching out to catch me though
and it comes from a place of the power of the circle.
As soon as I notice and say to myself "circle"
I think of Sister Circle.
Is it my circle of friends that is my saving grace?
Not just the ones here today
(who are very important to me)
but the greater circle of all family and friends,
all the people who will love me
no matter how many mistakes I may make.
This is what works to solve my problem of depression -
the cycle of depression,
the endless falling from grace that is mine.