Sometimes ill wind blows my way, it seems
To cast opaque shadows o'er all my dreams
Sending my spirits downward soaring
Causes my life to lose its fragile mooring
I am wondering when this dismal mood lifts
Again, so I may feel the joys of life's finer gifts.
I am not alone, I know, here in the depths
My soul despite its dreary drift is not bereft
Of hope that I shall rise and soar
And know the ecstasy of living once more.
Topic(s) of this poem: depression, sadness
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