Best Angels

Best Angels

What happens when we fall into that pit of depression, as is so easy to do when we think about the darkness that sometimes seems to be reality? Well, it seems to me that a visit from our better thoughts might take the form of a talk with our best angels.

When despair is a cloud that refuses to leave

No matter how hotly the sun pries

When it holds a grip at the corner of my mind

Playing havoc with my thoughts

The heaviness of the skies pushes my chest

And I don’t know who I am

All of my words tumble in arguments I lose

Not even I could believe them

Futility reigns in my heart

There is no reason –

No reason –

No way forward –

No turning

What words can I write that will pull me
   from under this cloud of despair?

Let go,
   say the angels

(Who are they? From where did they come?)

Let go,
   they chant

I fall deeper into the darkness,

Accept the inevitable blackness,

Until… somehow… it is only the night

And the moon is rising

And I know I can go on