Never Cried About It All [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Used to live in this area, it unleashes
icy memories of anxious meaningless
being, loneliness without warmth -

Open fields and caress of the air,
view to the distant CBD - here feeling
chemically depressed I grew up in a

wee existence sprinkled with books
of delight leaving me dizzy through
bipolar experiences, confusing me

Living within a structured despair -
look at me today, calmly arriving at
the editing and proofreading class

Feelings discretely sent to the back
of my mind where no havoc can be
created - quietly accepting my role

In life, magnificent to be at ease with
whom I am, unthinkable when I was
small without balance to keep me

Upright as life rolled over me, and
I never cried about it all - not until
much later in life…