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Dear depression,

Sometimes I yearn to run from you
to be swept away
until the day
my world changes
from grey sky
to milky white and blue

somewhere where the rain
doesnt bury me beneath a sea
of my own tears
depression
it holds me captive in fear
swallows me

in its black mouth
while frantically I look for an exit
but there is none
not one I can see
at least not at the beginning
the dark is long in length

all consuming
yet though I feel like death
I do not die
Somehow I find the strength
hidden deep inside of me
the secret to living

to conjure the light within
feel the well of hope swell
in that sliver of will
see tomorrow as a quill
and rewrite sorrow into joy
paint the future bright

I deserve to be happy
To be free to fly
even if it takes time
I will mend
All will be well with my soul
in the end

I'll be who
I was always meant to be
burn like a wildfire
Brilliantly shine
Content
Fearless

Sincerely,

A survivor
Writing about my depression and anxiety helps me in my overcoming of it. Im in recovery and one day soon I know ill be completely free; happy.
365
A page turns in time
as it brings forth
another chapter
A full rotation around
the Sun yields a
magical 365
A new year
full of hope
and promise
A chance to be and
do all things
differently
A new love a new
friend an opportunity
repair what's broken
A bridge too far
is close enough
to see the other side
A call or composed
letter of outreach
mending old fences
A brighter day ahead
seeking peace and
blessings from above.
for V.  Happy New Year
Blue break-

And when the wind washes away the rain

I feel again

Understanding one thing and one thing only that is that I’m her in this what my mind finds a fuse.

This discrepancy at times that I’m scared to swallow,

Pushing it in turn further away.

But then I think of the wind,

and how the leaves turn-

What’s grey isn’t all so grey

when there is a shade.

A shade, a touch, a hint and no longer just grey,

Seeing that grey is somewhat solid.
To the day
Through the night from
time to time
live in the moment,
live in spirit
and through
life
5.19.2016-
From the touch of wind to the glistening feed of bright blue ocean waves surrounding my knees.
To the questioning of nothing off in the sense of when asking, what else is out there?
Neither bored or glimpsed of fairness in today,
left with remains of I am still here to make up my day. It might not make all the comprehensions in the world anymore to my heart when words whisper nothing but truth near my ears. Yet I understand now what it can be to hear ration. With this, and without swallow- I’ll let my feet wander back to the bright blue sky, back to the sea, once again feeling it for what it is. For what it truly is.
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