Permission

How many poems

can I write about depression?

before I realise it is

becoming an obsession.

I know it’s better to try

and get it all out of my head

then to keep it inside

and confine myself to bed.

The words offer healing

but they come at a price

for I think each poem

is the final throw of the dice.

Then out of nowhere another

depressing thought appears,

leaving me no choice

but to relive all those years

when I didn’t grab the

opportunity I was given.

Instead I was a person

who was never driven.

Who lived his life

always seeking permission

while unable to shake

loose all his inhibitions.