Pressing Down

My depression
extends far and 
wide.
Deep canyons and
vast walls,
open
gorges fill with
cold, dark water
coursing,
widening,
deepening–
washing over
old silt causing
raw earth, revealing
layers on layers,
colored and dull,
sparkling fool’s gold,
a stark depression in a 
lit up soul.

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