Jean Murray Poet Verse

Darkness Into Light

At four am they walked last night.
From darkness into light.
Thousands appeared
all over this land
to lend a hand.

Depression the darkness we speak of
and other mental torment.
So gratifying to see
others who suffered,
just like me.

For the first time I can see a light.
A light that is shining bright
for us to reach for from
the dark recesses
of dulled brains.

I hope we no longer need hide behind
the happy mask we show mankind.
Just as plasters show we hurt,
perhaps now our hearts can
rest on our sleeves? 

Oh...yes please!



"Darkness into Light" is a sponsored walk in my country,
where people meet at 4am and walk in unison until the light of dawn.

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Mark Koplin January 23, 2021 at 8:47 PM Congratulations on your win, Jean! Jean Murray January 24, 2021 at 1:35 PM Thank you Mark.

Anne-Lise Andresen January 23, 2021 at 12:10 PM - Congratulations on your h/m on the winner list, Jean :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Jean Murray January 24, 2021 at 1:35 PM Thank you Anna-Lise. I must get back in the saddle soon.

Carolyn Devonshire January 22, 2021 at 5:16 AM This is a lovely poem, Jean, but it exceeds the 4-14 line limit. I like the thought of embarking on this walk with others. Nicely crafted. Congrats on your honorable mention. Best wishes, Carolyn Jean Murray January 22, 2021 at 11:23 AM So Sorry Carolyn for not reading the instructions correctly. Thank you so much, in that case, for mentioning me.

Andrea Dietrich June 5, 2018 at 5:54 PM I never heard of this. It is a really great idea!! Jean Murray June 5, 2018 at 5:58 PM So nice to see you Andrea. I'm all at sea without a muse this past while. Hope to land on the shore again soon.

Eve Roper May 10, 2018 at 12:28 PM Back to wish you a Happy Mother's Day Hugs dear friend Jean Murray May 10, 2018 at 1:01 PM I walk into your warm hug with pleasure Eve. I hope you are having a good one.

Arturo Michael May 9, 2018 at 2:39 PM A lovely tradition...I share your sentiments...All the best Jean Jean Murray May 9, 2018 at 2:49 PM That's good to hear Arturo.

Eve Roper May 9, 2018 at 11:52 AM This is a beautiful poem, Jean, I enjoyed reading. If, this poem is for a contest good luck. Thank you for reading my write on the Roosevelt Elk they are just beautiful and fascinating to watch. I am still laughing over your comment on my write do the Irishmen also have 4 foot horns..Hahahaha....Hugs Eve Jean Murray May 9, 2018 at 11:57 AM LOL Eve. No, but the urinating in public and tossing the turf ring true to me.

Caren Krutsinger May 8, 2018 at 7:22 AM This is a beautifully written poem; I was picturing a land full of people linking arms, and their hearts were dancing up and down on their sleeves. We cannot do this life alone, Jean, we need to do it together. Nicely put! Jean Murray May 8, 2018 at 7:29 AM Thank you Caren.

Daniel Turner May 7, 2018 at 3:25 PM Jean, I suffer from depression at times. It is a struggle at best. I feel your pain. Poetry seems to be therapeutic. My advice, when you are feeling depressed, is to write it down. Once you read it, it seems to make things better. Jean Murray May 7, 2018 at 4:00 PM That is so true. I started writing poetry when my counselor asked me to put pen to paper and write whatever came into my head. Out popped NAKED. I credit poetry and the support I received here from you and others at that time as being a big part of my recovery. So thank you Daniel.

Tom Cunningham May 7, 2018 at 7:30 AM Id never heard of this Jean, your right though, plasters don't hide it, I worked with someone who took his own life, too proud to ask for help,if only we had seen it coming, Great that its been highlighted and hopefully fully it will encourage others in a dark place to seek help. Tom. Jean Murray May 7, 2018 at 3:56 PM Thank you Tom. Tom Cunningham May 7, 2018 at 8:51 AM No its not silly Jean, you were certainly in a dark place, and don't ever blame yourself. Jean Murray May 7, 2018 at 8:21 AM Mine arrived with a bang seven years ago, after I could take no more and threw my husband out. Our daughters were so upset, I thought if I killed myself he could return and they would all live happily ever after. How silly was that train of thought?

Viv Wigley May 7, 2018 at 7:06 AM Very touching poem, Jean, I remember being treated for depression back in early 2000 after my remaining parent died and everything else went belly up at the same time. Trying to explain depression to someone who has never had it is like explaining Sergeant Pepper to a profoundly deaf person. keep smiling, love from me x Jean Murray May 7, 2018 at 7:07 AM x

Vijay Pandit May 7, 2018 at 6:01 AM Excellent poem Jean..your theme is quite touching and you depicted it with style. These ending lines speak volumes: ..I hope we no longer need hide behind the happy mask we show mankind. Just as plasters show we hurt. Perhaps now our hearts can rest on our sleeves.Oh...yes please. Jean Murray May 7, 2018 at 6:20 AM Good morning Vijay. Although hopefully well over it now, at the time I was ill I felt the stigma of working in healthcare while attending a psychiatric outpatient clinic. I am well over worrying about that now too, thankfully. We have come a long way.