Caught in a groove that runs deep in my brain,

violently trembling and drowning in pain,

in that trapped and helpless place

where I'm drawn, again and again and again.

but now aware

of the pain that I often think that comes from out there,

slowly l learn

that it's mostly the feelings in me that make me tumble and turn,

from something that happened some time ago,

and what's left broken in me needs tenderness so,

I sand down the edges, one inch at a time, what once seemed huge walls that kept me in line,

I polish down smooth the darkness to a luster and shine,

to an opalescent reflection of the colors of the sky,

as a new world shimmers with tears in my eyes,

my body and mind finally at ease,

now knowing the nature of this so-called disease.

- David Dybdal