***I am in no way feeling this way. It is based on remembrance of last year’s depression time.***
Feelings of weariness
Sunk deep in the grey mimosa
My lips are moving
Though I cannot hear a sound.
Crackles
Flames formed at my feet
Tenacious
Claws sink deep
Clown’s mask
Hides the bitter smile
Puffy eyes
Vacancy unable to hide
That is not me
The me hidden within
Sore
Bruised
Battered
Scorched cheeks
I fall to my knees
Head hung low
Wishing for death’s peace.
Feb. 13/19
Glad you warned us not to worry about you. 😉😊
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You’re welcome. 😊
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So glad Cyranny said it first, and that you’re okay. Beautiful write, J. 🙂
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Thank you so much. 😊
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Thank you for including the introduction note 😉
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I did not want to start a panic or cause anyone concern. You are very welcome. 😊
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That’s very considerate… I tend to investigate when I have doubts that someone might be sending a cry for help. I appreciate when people make sure there is no misunderstanding 😉
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You are welcome. I wanted to ensure everyone was understanding. 😊
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