After we’ve experienced heavy rains and floods We may dread the first drop Of rain. And with the first splash upon the ground We know it is the return of disaster and pain. When the dark cloud passes an hour later, We thank our lucky stars But we take this as a sign; We know this is a warning That things won't always be fine. And so with our mood. After we’ve experienced The darkest depths of depression We dread the first drop In mood. And with the first tear of despair We know it is the return of disaster and pain. Yet unlike the rain, Which is blind to our worries, My mood listens in and responds. And my mood drops down to meet my thoughts In the depths of my depression. Me, my thoughts, my mood. I do not let the dark clouds pass. If I am not careful The dread of disaster, The belief in the storm, Together we conspire. Together we are one, Bound together Lost. Hopeless. So how can I best take care of myself, When I feel the first drop in mood? I remind myself, That like clouds, my mood can pass. I accept the darkness Knowing it does not have to last. I allow myself a smile Hello old friend – it has been a while. I notice all those troublesome thoughts I let them float on through; For I know that they only come to me In the shadow of my darkened mood. Then, I do something for me. Perhaps a walk Perhaps a nap Perhaps a cup of tea. Perhaps I call someone Perhaps I have a snack. Perhaps I sit And I let it all just be. So now when the dark cloud passes, Whether it takes an hour, a day, a week or more. I smile and welcome the next thing Making space for whatever's in store. By Peter Morgan Tags: Depression, Low mood, Impermanence, Letting be, Self care |
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