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Oct 2022
I’m hanging on the tree of shade,
my shadow lowers to the roots
to drink the mudy waters soaked
into the earth from the rain.

Secretly its my tear’s from year’s
of mental abuse.

I’m like a fruit not yet ripe
for picking.

My shadow lurks hiding my face
for my mirror image is not what
you see, but to me is monstrous.

A reflection of hair, bones and
teeth; sharp like fangs and weeds
for bands its a choking hazard.

I’m hanging on the tree of shade,
my shadow lowers to the roots
to drink the mudy waters that
drips from my pain.

It hydrates depression and anxiety
it grows like black mold.

Depression is deep, anxiety is
bleeker. Together they are blacker
then black, deeper than deep and
burns cooler than the flames
I desire.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Writing is the best way for me to deal with my depression and anxiety. It helps me to express my suffering in a safe environment and to release it so it doesn't grow. These are my roots my plotted moods and tree of shade. Here I hydrate and leave my depression and anxiety so I can live in peace. Please if you are suffering don't be silent. Get help! The internet has great resources. Also, I have the link for the crisis hotline. Talk to someone now! https://988lifeline.org/talk-to-someone-now/. Phone number is 1-888-628-9454 you can also text the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline by texting 988. It is the crisis hotline in the USA. There are recourses for all types of people with disabilities and no disabilities available on the website too. It's free. I have used it before. It's the reason I got help. They directed me and I followed. You are not alone. I love you guys so very much. 😘
Amanda Shelton
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Amanda Shelton  37/F/Bakersfield California
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