You can’t be sad forever
This I’ve found
Our spirit wants to live
On holy ground
When Margaret died
I thought end of the game
Nothing more to live for
All life’s tame
I wrote a lot
God knows I filled a book
In fact I wrote some
You can take a look
But then I sank
And soon depression came
I stared at walls
Each day was all the same
Eventually I knew to cry for help
The doctor gave me pills
To calm my days
A year I had on them
They did me good
But talking was the cure
And the next phase
I’d counselling before
I knew it worked
Not magic but the unravelling of knots
Our life gets such a tangle
We lose our thread sometimes
Its more than crossing ‘t’s or making dots
The lady that I found
She said to me
Our strategies for coping may be fine
But often as we go
They make our progress slow
Or even become obstacles on the line
You need to get yourself
Out of yourself
So talking to a trusted other serves
We get to face the questions
We never even asked
We get brought back to what we try to swerve
Since then I have
Been coming back to life
And two grandchildren bring a deal of change
And the darkness served a purpose
It immunised my soul
I never want to see it come again
I take responsibility
For my life
And negative thoughts are quickly shown the door
For they are lies
That try to bring you down
Give them room – with you they’ll wipe the floor
We must not allow ourselves
An old man said
To be prisoners of sorrow in our plight
Face the dark and fight the dark
And talk
Let your heart break and in shall stream the light
Brian Fahy
6 April 2021
Erris Poetry 