Depression
is the inflammation
of the mind and body
lacking care.
We never ask
the question why
due to the thoughts we hide,
so hesitant to share.
With shamanic wisdom
we must take our hearts
and open up our eyes
to find where we neglect
to love ourselves,
by giving more than
what is wise.
When did we last feel
the sun shine warmly on
our own uplifted face?
Or move and dance
and laugh with sheer abandon
in our solitary space?
When did we stop offering
the pure and good
to body, mind and soul?
Why did we think
crutches, masks and lies
would be the things
to make us whole?
Isn’t it past time to
lay down everything
that we’ve been told is true…
and love ourselves so well
that we can’t keep
the truth of us
from shining through?
Wonderful poem