Angel

Last night
Was despair
A blackness
Settled
Heavily
On already bowed shoulders
This morn
A day
When celebration
Should have flowed
From Christian
And Pagan alike
I wept

And
Like a vulture
There settled
A black bird of selfish guile
Chanting words
Mocking my state
My beliefs
Bringing pain
Despair
Then anger
And I cast it off
With words
It cared not to understand

In its place
There then landed
An angel
Whose laughter
Was the rope
To which I held
Whose friendship and love
The raft
To which I clung
And tears
Of relief
Replaced those of despair


Terry Rhiannyr
March, 2013


I'd said I wasn't going to write today, I was going to have a few days off. I might still do so after today. Keep blipping as I can't go a day without photography now it seems - but give the poetry a miss.

But I had to write tonight's.

The last few days/ weeks have seen depression kicking in seriously again for the first time in a long while, slowly building up until last night/ this morning it reached its peak, or its deepest I suppose. Or at least I hope that was the worst it will get this time.

After I wrote last night's poem I had it pushed down my throat by someone that I would never feel any better while I continued to follow my Wiccan/ Pagan beliefs.

It took a walk on the moors and a phone call with a friend to finally get me climbing out of the hole I'd dug myself into and out of the shit muck the other person had thrown over me with their words.