[Critique Group 2] Leonard's comments on Val's piece for Oct:

[tuchyner5 at aol.com]

Val 2 for oct 

 

A song of how  sometimes you can break out of a depression. 

It is a sad song, but it holds hopethat reliefe will come. 

 

Sometimes

 

Sometimes, I greet the day in joy,

confident I can handle what isneeded--

homemaking, endless waits on "hold",unexpected interruptions.

 

Sometimes you are  fully capable of handling whatever is givento you to handle.

 

 

Sometimes, I meet the day blearyeyed,

thick clouds gather me in with coldforce.

I do only what I have to, my mindand body crammed in a deep well of

depression.

 

Other times you are overwhelmed anddo just what is necessary, and that with difficulty.

 

Paralyzed in the dank place, Icannot move--

the pinprick of light so far above.

 

The light is far away, you canvarely see it as a pinprick.

 

 

Many times, I am alone, trapped in acrack like an ant, 

trying to avoid giant steps thatcrush.

 

 

 

You seem small, insignificant, andvulnerable

 

 

 

Normalcy becomes a long-awaitedrelease that won't break through.

Too exausted to cry, I shut down,

words jam in my psyche with noutterance.

 

You feel so  helpless that you don’t even ask for help. 

There may be words, but they stickin your throat.

 

In the stagnant termoil,

I call on spirit-help, somehowscreaming through total silence.

 

You find your voice in silence whichscreams out. The scream is heard.

 

This time, the darkness begins toease,

Light comes to meet me, pouringhealing on bloody wounds unseen.

Breathing sweet relief, I lift myhands

afix my bare feet to cracks andfissures,

begin the climb up to recovery--

 

The light pours down on you and youbegin to climb out of the depression. 

But the key  word here is ‘this time.’ 

It means you are not sure it willalways be there for you. 

Or, it means, you never know whenyour cry for help will come.

 

 

until the next time the darknesscomes.

 

You know this is not the last timefor the depression. It will come again.
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