lost in the clouds up on mountain high
stuttering unselfishly where eagles cry
sought the solution to correct the morrow
gritting his teeth not to succumb to sorrow
down deep the abyss of the bottomless pit
finding hard to saunter around or to even sit
entertaining penance of wrongs of yesteryear
a realization mournfully of the lingering fear
mustering courage listlessly tugging for strength
an uncanny episode deja vu browsing at length
remembering it fizzled in the shadows quietly
inaction with less worry the solution eventually
not to worry sick but to stamp out the depression
it worked before not much hurt but still a solution
newepicauthor at MLMM's challenge #174
- up where we belong
Sanaa's at d'Verse's OLN - open link #282
I resonate so strongly with this one, it's a brilliant idea to be outdoors when depression looms. I love the mountains!💝
ReplyDeleteThanks for adding your lovely poem to this challenge.
ReplyDeleteSometimes just a change of scene can bring forth a whole new solution or perspective
ReplyDeleteDepression is tough but the great outdoors does help.
ReplyDeleteHiking, the forest, simply walking outdoors ~~ therapy. Thinking of you today .....
ReplyDeleteGreat use of rhyme and form and it fits the prompt. Now, I have this song looping in my head.
ReplyDeleteLove lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high
Great verse Hank, I long to get outdoors as I once did. But will have to have patience and hope until such times.
ReplyDeleteTake care.
Yvonne.
The Earths natural beauty can have an uplifting affect on the soul.
ReplyDeleteI long for the great outdoors...