I am the bird that knocks at your window in the morning
and your companion, whom you cannot know,
the blossoms that light up for the blind.
I am the glacier’s crest above the forests, the dazzling one
and the brass voices from cathedral towers.
The thought that suddenly comes over you at midday
and fills you with a singular happiness.
I am one you have loved long ago.
I walk alongside you by day and look intently at you
and put my mouth on your heart
but you don’t know it.
I am your third arm and your second
shadow, the white one,
whom you don’t have the heart for
and who cannot ever forget you.
peaceSenior Contributor
Soul Saddness
Hi. I read something today that rang so true to me, about depression being classified as a Sad Soul. It made me want to hug and love my soul, it also made me want to cry in despair. I longed to express a deep compassion for my soul. Sometimes words help, sometimes their are just words, empty of warmth. Connection helps more than I have to admit. As much as I can handle being alone, I have to admit that human company helps reduce the depth of loneliness and being stuck with the crazy thoughts that grow into monsters as time passes by. I so appreciate Sane helping to bring some of us together.
