This post is first in a series of poems I wrote while in treatment for my OCD, depression, and grief. I wrote this on March 16, 2019, while I was struggling at the Rogers OCD Center in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin:
Falling like a sparrow in the sky
Weary, fragile, burned
To the pits in the depths of the earth
Where darkness is my only companion
A faint light, I see, rising from the depths
Like a little lightning bug
Swarming, buzzing around me
All I see are the few steps in front of me
The way out, the light knows
Just have to follow it
Just have to trust it
And one day I will see spring again
One day it will be summer
And the little light will lead me
Out of the pit of darkness
And I will be free
Like a raven soaring in the sky
Above the toxic wasteland
Where it can trap me no more
And steal no more of my joy
How I long for that day
To be free of my chains of darkness
Lord, set me free