Flashback to five years ago. Usually, re-reading this poem would mean allowing myself to bask in melancholy. Not today. Today, I let a little bit of light in my dark corner, knowing that every win is worth celebrating. I know enough to know that the road to recovery is journeyed by treading small steps… but I can never be sure if I’m really there yet.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,Mourners to and froKept treading – treading – till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through –And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum –Kept beating – beating – till I thoughtMy mind was going numb –And then I heard them lift a BoxAnd creak across my SoulWith those same Boots of Lead, again,Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,And Being, but an Ear,And I, and Silence, some strange Race,Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,And I dropped down, and down –And hit a World, at every plunge,And Finished knowing – then –