Charts for the Storms

Feeling low, shit, 
down, depressed,
down in the dumps, 
in the doldrums, 
negative, meh?

whatever you want to call it,

our instinct in these times

is often to withdraw,

to batten down the hatches

seal our selves away

curl up in a little ball,

sometimes a proverbial one,

sometimes a literal one;

to create a cave of control

where you are not connected

Slouching into an

attempted state of not thinking

not thinking about caring

as if to not think about caring

is to not care

and to not care is to not connect

I like the term Cave-time

Cave-time, isn't always

as dark and defensive as this,

and is often just

a much needed time

of recuperation

to be alone

to be unproductive

and un-obliged

and unsocial

but sometimes

the cave is a womb;

a darkness,

that looks enough like death

to feel safe.

I know it is fucking hard

to survive ourselves in the midst

of our own storms,

or those triggered by others,

but,

what I want to emphasise is:

it is a very useful thing,

in the times of ease and plenty

to prepare our minds

for the the times of difficulty

We learn to the read the stars

so that in the rough seas

we can find a way through,

without getting too lost

We find our own personal stars

create our own charts

to map our souls

so that we may discover ourselves

to the edges