There and Back Again
I’ve traveled there and back again,
and know it’s not a pretty sight:
depression shadows all you’ve been,
pours out your hope and damps your light.
Until you shed those lenses bleak
your world is painted ashen gray;
you see yourself as dull and weak
and cannot seem to find your way.
Those dark lenses are not your eyes.
Take them off and the world is new:
no longer painted gray with lies,
you’ll find it shines in every hue.
If yet your thoughts cannot agree,
then close your eyes – use mine to see.
Together face your doubts with me
and find how bright your soul can be.
©2017 Bill Hazelrig