Cycles of Time

What is this feeling of great depression?

Is it a part of this life’s progression?

For me it feels like pain of the soul,
the deepest turmoil,
of not being whole.
The blues and the blacks that color my field,
layer upon layer,
forming a shield.
A blanket of mist that blocks out the light,
thicker and thicker,
deeper than night.
And when I go into the cavernous depths,
walking the line,
not fearing death,
the deepest of forces erupts from below,
a torrential outpouring,
a volcanic flow,
a spirit that keeps me here in this role,
it guides me and heals me,
making me whole.
Why must I live in these cycles of time,
each one so dark,
and then so divine?
Manic depression?
Bi-polar disorder?
All that I know is I live in the border.
The path I must take,
travels a ridge,
or maybe I walk on an unending bridge.
I live in two worlds,
body and spirit,
the voice of God so close I can hear it.
The physical densities push me away,
the voices of wisdom,
tell me to stay.

I pray to the spirit that moves in this world,
let my purpose of being unfurl.
Let me raise it up like a sail,
drive me forth in your powerful gale.
Guide me to where I can serve your will.
Empower my soul to be truly fulfilled.