Eureka! Poem by RIC BASTASA

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.