Once it glowed, sunny.
Now sinking water, deep blue.
Resting, this blue heart.
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Debra Criss
Writing to find the humanity in myself, and all of us.
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The Specter of Depression
There you are. I thought you’d gone forever this time. You’re so familiar. Oddly comfortable for something that is shaped like despair, a consistency like clay mud and the sensation of millions of threads of fiberglass embedded just beneath my skin. It says so much that I find you comfortable.
By Debra Criss5 years ago in Poets
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