it is universal
the law of gravity of
depression
pulls you down
it hands to you a
mirror
where you see yourself
as gnarled
you feel
so lonely
and deprived
you feel the
weight of
injustice
you imagine
a self as a rock
pulverized
into nothingness
there is a need
to rise
to be careful
about the
blob of uselessness
eating you out
wearing
you out like
a broken
gear
of a machine
you are not what
that mirror
makes out of you
there is a splendor
in your own
world
the beauty of your own
moon
the majesty of your
stars
and these are all
in your mind
you must believe
in them
stay in there
and be well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem