A Little Unhappy (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Now understanding dawns, not behind
a glass wall but enclosed in a capsule;
even talking with a colleague a glass
encasement stays, my head aches,
possibly a psychological problem:

We learn acceptance of things we
cannot change - this must be like
that, if only I knew exactly, when
depression occurs in the lovely
surrounds of my office

It’s easier dealt with, anywhere
else I would feel despondent
and lost - but here I just feel
a little unhappy