depression
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Today, depression feels like Nobody can save me, Only I can save myself, And I can’t save myself. Read more
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I’m afraid these are the best that I can do, unpublished, they aren’t good enough, so I can never claim to be a poet. Not true, but shared feeling among many poets. Read more
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Everything is fine, I say, except I feel it coming on while reassuring others, there’s nothing going on, I pace about and draw the drapes, and say there’s nothing I can do, except to wait. It slithers in, just like a snake, encircling, hissing condemnations, regurgitating memories, taunting me about myself, as if it wasn’t Read more
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I was feeling disconnected from this womanin the knitting group I had joined,she was telling us how often she had “knitted for hours in the car as she was driving”, most recently on a trip she’d made to Ann Arbor. Now, knitting while you are driving was not something I was familiar with; I felt lost in my mind Read more
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In the dream I am a small child flowering in dresses and gleaming patent leather shoes. Love is the game played in and out of water, he’s teaching me to swim, as I wade in, he flies away, She sings of missing him while putting me to sleep, I lie face down on a blanket Read more
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Together we do the earthy work of laying down our living dead. it’s difficult enough to release our embrace from the ones we must let go, those who’ve slipped away expected or by surprise, leaving just their memories with our cries. but to unearth those whose bodies are still warm, their spirits tightly locked inside Read more
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Life’s so pale these days, the minister of silence is singing me to sleep. There was a day when he wheeled us down the roads like a god. Why is he singing me to sleep now with words I cannot hear, quietly humming until I yawn and disappear. I am not the one who’s dead, Read more
Words from Inside My Head 