Even With

Even with a roof over my head,
I can see the sky.

Even with snow on the ground,
I see May flowers.

Even burnt and scarred,
I see your beauty
and sometimes my own.

Even with walls, the bricks stacked high
and bound with mortar like a castle,
I see windows.

It is a madness,
or a character flaw, depending on who you ask.
Or perhaps it is a power,
the only one that keeps me alive.

About this poem

Somehow, even with my battles with depression, I have remained an optimist. I am not sure how to explain it.

The picture was taken at Wilson Castle in Proctor, Vermont.

Tom