My black dog

I'm an inside-out depressive
who should be worse at night
though, what's fairly impressive
is the way I put things right.

Waking, I'm contrary,
sometimes I feel so bad,
it's really rather scary,
I feel I'm going mad.

Then, as the day progresses,
I begin to feel okay,
reflect on my successes,
melancholy goes away.

So, when it's time for bed,
I'm feeling good, again,
knowing what lies ahead;
in the morning, start again.

A Cure
I went to the doctor's, feeling slightly depressed,
Expecting to hear,"Over there, get undressed,
Take two pink pills with your food, three times a day,
There was nothing else? Okay, go away!"

But she listened instead, said I could take up blogging,
I protested,"It's cold, and I'm too old for jogging."
"No, blogging, you fool, we are talking website,
And let's check your ears, because something's not right."

So, I started a blog called Calamity Jane,
Where I talked through my problems and made my views plain.
Folk began to engage and I soon had a group
Of followers, faithful, who kept in the loop.

Others dropped out, which was not unexpected,
A handful were blocked when I got disrespected,
On the whole, everybody was kind and supportive,
Even posts not thought through, which were frankly abortive.

Of course, I now know, no matter the weather
We are all of us in this mad life together,
My knowledge and tolerance have improved somewhat
And best thing of all, I now laugh a lot.