Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, Poetry, Writing

Holy

Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on January 5, 2018January 5, 2018

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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TheFeatheredSleep says:

January 5, 2018 at 5:42 pm

Brilliant

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1. spokenwords1979 says:
  
  January 5, 2018 at 5:43 pm
  
  Thank you ☺
  
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  1. TheFeatheredSleep says:
    
    January 6, 2018 at 3:39 pm
    
    💓
    
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