Get a Grip, They are Counting on You
August 6, 2020, Poetry written just after midnight, less depressive, more hopeful (2 of 3) I let sadness comfort the soulHeld close but never wholeA repaired vase with fine lined scars.And when madness begins to take controlAnd depression serves a special roleTo keep me whole and ever on guard Who knew life would have to … Continue reading Get a Grip, They are Counting on You
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