In Good Times
when happy
how poetry’s pasture
barren beneath
a scalding sun lies
how infrequent
notions, images, senses, oaths
excepting mirages
possibilities, though fraudulent
thus standing alone
staring to the sky
sopping my brow
pondering where gone
is my creativity
© 2012 by DC Lessoway
Posted in: grief, Life, Philosophy, poetry, Psychology, Uncategorized, writing
In good times and in bad times your creativity is in your head, but in bad times your head is blocked. Depression takes you in darker regions and tries to tear you down. Try to pick up the little treasures kept in your heart to brighten your head, your soul.