Mar 2018
My depression is a shapeshifter.
One day it is as small as a firefly
In the palm of a bear.
The next day,
It is the bear.
On those days,
I play dead until the bear leaves me alone
One day it is as small as a firefly
In the palm of a bear.
The next day,
It is the bear.
On those days,
I play dead until the bear leaves me alone
This was originally written by Sabrina Benaim but I wanted to share my favorite part.
The is is also probably not exact but it's fairly close
The link to the full poem:
https://youtu.be/aqu4ezLQEUA
The is is also probably not exact but it's fairly close
The link to the full poem:
https://youtu.be/aqu4ezLQEUA
