“the descent beckons”

——- William Carlos Williams

Despite, or maybe because of,

my meds, I can feel the fall

as it begins. A slow drift

like a leaf, or dandelion,

it lifts for a moment, twirls,

then stumbles, and falls again

into a dark silent lake without

a ripple to disturb the surface.

There is little to do, but wait.

Wait without despair,

for despair is a weight which

drags one deeper into the dark.

So, I wait for a new light to break 

across a horizon I cannot see.

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