Bottom

I remember saying to my therapist: Oh, I can't be depressed... I have anxiety, He said It's possible to have both.  hmm.

With Robin Williams throwing the spotlight once again on depression and suicide, and the whole world commenting on whether he died from an illness like cancer, or didn't choose to stay alive, or some subset of the spectrum... I think about last winter, in particular.  Remember last winter, the winter that wouldn't end?  I do.  While I cannot say my bottom was like Robin's, or like the bottom of any number of people I know, I have had a taste of what it's like.  And I know no one's bottom compares to someone else's bottom.

The bottom I hit

Last winter

Was nothing like

The bottoms I witness

In so many

Still

It was low enough

Even almost

Subterranean

Or maybe

Under water

Where the phosphorescent fish

Live

Only blinking

Sometimes.

The bottom I hit was

No

Not like so many bottoms

I have witnessed

But still low enough

To know

I prefer not to live there

And will do anything

I can

To emerge to the place

Where light

Is more a constant thing

Not only occasionally

Blinking.