I recently ran across this poem, by the great poet Jane Kenyon, who battled depression for most of her life.
I’ve written many things on this blog about what depression is to me, how it feels, yet, somehow, the words never seem to be quite right.
Then, I ran across this poem, and it says so many things I haven’t been able to articulate as concisely as she has here.
I made the graphic, and, I used a ‘distortion’ filter to make the words and letters appear out-of-whack. As my bloger friend, The Dad Poet, and I talked about the other day, poetry is as much about the visual of the words on the page, as it is about the words themselves.
Ms Kenyon died young, of leukemia, at the age of forty-seven. I hope that she’ll forgive my distorting the image of her poem, but, the strangeness of the letters and words seems to echo how I feel when I am depressed, and on pharmaceuticals.