Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, Poetry, prompts, Writing

Still

Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on January 19, 2018January 19, 2018

opening
doors within,
revealing
soul and mind,
floodgates
already full,
listening
for one
who answers
the call,
of what
has been
buried
with time,
afraid
to
lose
it
all;
be still my waters.

Emily©

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