The Desert - A Poem

 

THE DESERT

Depression hangs over me,

a victim of the clouds

No sunlight to uncover me,

just a gray, smothering shroud.

Oh how I long for the sun,

and the hot, bright desert,

Where the rain never runs

and there’s no dirt

To muddy my feet,

just sand and heat

To dry my tears,

parch my soul

Strangle my fears,

the sun so bold

It’s blinding,

the view so bare

It binds me to the air.

I can sweat till I melt

And not fret over what I’ve felt

In the past;

the desert absorbs me

The sand blasts the depression

hanging over me,

Makes me light as a breeze

rustling through

The graceful Joshua trees,

nothing left for me

To do but be free.