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Fighting in Silence
My depression keeps
knocking on the door
as I try my hardest
not to answer
But truth be told,
even knowing the
danger it entails,
there is something
comforting in the
promise of it's
familiarity
Too far gone to be saved,
your words of
encouragement
are like throwing
lit candles into the sea
However, if you're not real
please don't tell me
because I need you right now
Published 24th May 2018
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Anonymous
24th May 2018 1:51pm
It occurs to me that some candles are made to float in water. And if those candles are tossed into the waves, won't they then light the way? There is comfort to be found in what we know best...depression, shadows, pain. And the unexpected gentle hand reaching can often seem suspect. That last stanza hits the perfect note to round this one out, Sandman
...ever your Willow
...ever your Willow
Anonymous
24th May 2018 3:34pm
My Dearest Sandman, as I always say where there is dark, there is light - you show that within the body of this ink regardless of the darkness currently treading upon you...seas may be tumultuous at times but all things eventually wash up on shore, to dry out, be found and given a new beginning...I’d like to think so, anyway...because you have been that candle to me on what could be labeled as “endless occasions”...always walking with you in dreams My Sandman...
Xoxo T
Xoxo T
