Beating depression

Depression you will not beat me:

I shall turn your rhythm upside down and turn you into a happy song of colour not grey melancholy blues;

I shall sing a melody that echoes the birds outside my window and not that of a caged ones lament;

I shall survive with the lyrics written my left wrist and “believe it again” as their wisdom echoes within my soul;

I shall play it like Sam until my dying day and never give up on myself or others, or wave that flag of white.

© Fi S. J. Brown

Dreaming

You may hear the birds in an early evening sky,
I’m listening to the myths and legends they tell.
There’s a hidden truth to what they foresee,
I’m listening for change and hope for Earth.

You may see a world filled with many colours,
I’m painting a brave new one with my eyes.
There’s a fire up in the sky warning of danger,
I’m painting the signs with words and pictures.

You may feel frightened of the endless dark,
I’m reaching out to link our hand together.
Beyond the high hills troubles melt like snow,
I’m reaching for the top of its highest peak.

There’s a wish and a hope with every new day,
I’m dreaming for an end of the lies and spin.
Joining the other birds flying so high and far,
I’m dreaming of freedom far from this cage.

© Fi S. J. Brown

Dreaming