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Life
A soft wind to cool your brow
A delicate hum to calm your emotions
The green color plate of the new season
Promises to soothe your troubled mind
Why do the doves coo so melodically
When the silence of overwhelming is approaching
I will ride the oncoming storm
But will I emerge whole
Or will I be a fragmented version
Wiser, damaged, broken
A glitch of what I was
A moment a memory
Waiting to blossom once again
The seasons are inevitable
I welcome and fear
Until all is dust again
A delicate hum to calm your emotions
The green color plate of the new season
Promises to soothe your troubled mind
Why do the doves coo so melodically
When the silence of overwhelming is approaching
I will ride the oncoming storm
But will I emerge whole
Or will I be a fragmented version
Wiser, damaged, broken
A glitch of what I was
A moment a memory
Waiting to blossom once again
The seasons are inevitable
I welcome and fear
Until all is dust again
Published 17th Mar 2023
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18th Mar 2023 3:28am
Dear L,
I admired your use of nature as metaphors to the cycles of depression and its relationship to mental well being. For me, it was gentle and kind and I really appreciated that association. Excellent piece. H🌷
I admired your use of nature as metaphors to the cycles of depression and its relationship to mental well being. For me, it was gentle and kind and I really appreciated that association. Excellent piece. H🌷
