Yea..actually..depression is not only sadness.
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Poetry Drafts
from this day forth
from this day forth / I am immortal / no say nor deed / can sway my faith / I will go on / I will endure / life’s rapid torrents / ‘til end of time itself / mock me not / should I so perish / mock me not / should I depart / for when I return / I will be carried / by wings of beings / much greater still / from this day forth / I am immortal / from this day forth / I am alive
Easter
As a child, Good Friday was the long Friday. A day of grey in mind and heart. The programs on TV were all in black & white with subtitles for the foreign language parts. I can recall fish for supper and no talking.
Saturday was for eggs. Painting. Cracking. Eggs filled with smaller eggs. Chocolate eggs. Feathers. I can recall supper and no talking.
Sunday was Saturday but shops were closed. Eggs. There was a church bell ringing, I think I went. I can recall meat for supper and no talking.
Monday was; came and went. Eggs. I cannot recall supper nor talking.
Miracle Grow
searching / not finding / useful ways / without useless gains / to grow / this spring / to grow / my wings / to find the home / I so long forย
come again
a beautiful mind / a seasick mind / the peaks too high / the troughs too low / today the storm rages on / once more
breaking out
perception is a locked room / with curtains closed / a clear light bulb in the corner / broken / I kick the door / no more walls / to stop this madness / no more walls / to stop these words / I am breaking out / going global / I am breaking free / today
