Look Up

Look up,

through the glass bricks

in the roof of the hallway

beyond the nurse’s station of the

psyche ward.

Look up,

you stand there not moving

staring away from the light coming

from the day outside

what are you trying to see?

or remember?

You say

it’s natural to look down

when you’re depressed,

though you’re not lost

there is a part of you straining

for the light, like a flower

in the rain.

Look up my friend,

don’t stop at the ceiling see

Cumulus clouds change in formations,

like them these insights come and go;

look up now and see!


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