Depression is Winter: A Poem

Cold temperatures, lethargy, Snow that blankets everything. Only deeper as the season continues, Barricading in the safety of isolation.   Excavating the emotional avalanche Like brushing feet of snow off the windshield Chipping away at ice, the shell of protection, Reopening emotions.   Potholes deeper, cracking souls. Patches of asphalt fill holes. [Read More]

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