My blinkers on, my life is small
I can’t climb from my head at all.
I’m trapped within my body’s walls:
depression’s cloak, as darkness falls.
I miss the gifts surrounding me.
I wish and wish that I could see
beyond this curled up ball of black,
the endless hours of ‘me-attack’.
I’m blind to nature all around.
This harsh terrain is very rough.
But bit by bit a chink of light
starts shining till its bold and bright.
Rich warmth, a glow that lifts my heart.
New day is dawning, brand new start.
Black darkness shrinks and I’m set free.
My eyes are opened, I can see.
No longer miss the many things:
the joy that simple pleasure brings.
I’ve woken up from out of self –
the richest gift of any wealth.
Locked deep inside, and now set free
to live my life outside of me.
© Nicky Clifford, 2016