I have talked with fellow writers about writing my way through (and out of) tough times, hard times, even depressions. Here’s an example from 1991 that never made it to the blog page:
I fight with all my waning strength against
distrustfulness, the self-suspicious fear
that seeks free rent. The night’s uncertainty
envelops me and whispers in my ear:
“Take arms, retreat; resist, cooperate.”
The will, the faith to overcome escapes
my grasp each moment I attempt to make
it mine. At times it seizes me, this fear,
engulfing like a parasite my source.
I cannot let it win! My soul must hold
its ground! Though wounded, bloodied, overcome,
I must be . . . . justified.
The sword of victory and peace is drawn.
The darkest part of night precedes the dawn.