Holy

Dear faceless ones,
my melancholy isn’t holy,
my sadness not a plea,
my words fly free to keep from flooding,
in a way accepted,
doesn’t change I’m depressed,
a beautiful mess,
I don’t need saving,
at least not yet.

Emily©

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