We can forget who we are,
a simple glance,
a misstep in the halls
the realization that something lost
will not be found, had, held, known
in this our lifetime.
In the darkness of an hour,
that which in expression we present
always the nature of our well-being,
we will show the good side,
to mask the pieces of fabric we cannot mend.
If once a suggestion taught otherwise
everything we believe
might seem as improbable
as finding hope and optimism
in the corner drug store
when a child of eight,
looked at the candy bars like heaven.
In the darkness of an hour
an anxiety rush,
a spell of wall chasing paranoia,
the notion of …
is this really depression
will forever alter the course of
Perhaps we might recognize there are minutes.