it didn’t go away
that shadow in the background of everything I do
I can stand in the noonday sun
and bask in the good life
but it’s still there
tickling the edge of my thoughts
a shiver up the spine
a reminder of the constant struggle
the need to choose to smile
in the face of my ever returning depression
because let’s face it
good or bad
this too shall pass
the edge [poem]
