Depression by Tacy Gibbons there isn’t always a rhyme or reason time or season anything recent depression attacks dark tendrils creeping cause such weeping leave me pleading for relief seeking reprieve from the storm crying I mourn so tired and worn just take this plate away bring back the light warmth so bright away from depression’s sight give me a reason
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Rhyming Poetry
Walking through that door makes the blue a little lighter. She holds space as I gently spill. We sit, we talk - we water, dig and bury. Nurturing a shoot. Aiding it in light - to find its path through thorns - Malan Wilkinson
Never get lost in the Sauce
Next Time, At Least Bring Wine
Where Anxiety and Spirituality Converge
Opening a Discussion on Mental Illness
Breaking the Silence 