Depression

If you had rolled and pit me into nothing
could I cry now for my father who bleeds his love from the grave?
If you had shut up my words, closed my eyes for sleeping
could I stay up, with a novel unfurling, a song on my tongue?
If you had given me to chains and doubt and loveless
could I love with a fierceness to blind you
from others who feel they are less than a beautiful moon?

Shine on me now shadow moon.
You are powerless before me.
I know now what you seek to do to my lips.
Know now the girl whose time I wasted,
know now the endless days I tasted
nothing
was a sacrilege,
a heresy,
a mockery
of light.
Now our lives twist about like aurura borealis,
and I'll make sure you know even the stars whisper our names.