"- seasonal depression month 3 of 5"
I do not feel alive today.
my roots are tired of
r e a c h i n g
for water they know is not there,
and won’t be there
til the red oak buds reach
the size of a mouse’s ear.
but in an act of subversive joy
I reach my cheek upward.
My neck cranes to catch
the sun’s soft light
in my weary eyes
anyway,
knowing
eventually
my roots will find water
somewhere deep in this darkness,
and I will grow
again.
- seasonal depression month 3 of 5
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I wrote this poem on a particularly hard day of managing Seasonal Affective Disorder a few weeks ago. It is month 3 of 5 of the coldest and darkest months in the mountains, and I’m feeling it.
According to our garden notes from last year, daffodils broke ground on February 12th, which is today. The season is a little bit behind this year, for our daffodils by our shed have not peeped their heads out of the ground yet, but they are coming.
Green growth is coming, my friends. Take time to feel the depths of this hard winter, but know that you’re going to make it through.
You are not alone.
Your roots will find water, and you, too, will grow again. You can do this.
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