I fought hard to know the outcome of loss
a moment alone
the world moved past my sight
and I felt sorrow only my own.
Would not, cannot any longer
find peace inside the depths
of a lonely heart.
A shadow remains
yet today is sunlight ahead.
Scott F Savage 3/2021
Oh
a Heaven
would that she
might – autumn
is time enough
hers
soulful sweet strength
feel this a
virtue
return a strength
only eyes may
a consequence
we dissuade
for love, orchestral
melody will an hour
reach inside
sadness be still,
in memory speak
I wrote this because I struggle with my own depression, and I know that Sylvia is and was revered. What i don’t know is why or how our society has come centuries without understanding what depression is and what mental health and what matters to the sanctity of our lives. What i don’t know is why tragedy is the only way people can seemingly come to understand the identity of another.
What determines legacy – exhaustion or raw talent and how do we find a balance between the two?
This is for Sylvia, because I picture you in your state of mind in this what probably was your back yard one beautiful afternoon – a portrait in a series that contains smiles as well as sadness …
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