Dearest Depression,
you no longer hold me down.
Bound in your chains I am not.
Finally smiling over frowning,
A reward for as long as I have fought.
Dearest Depression,
Twelve weeks cut free,
a new addition to my story.
But something new for me;
a chapter of glory!
Dearest Depression,
I thank you,
for making me who I am now.
Though I've made it through,
I'm still a little scared somehow.
But I have the strength to fight through anything, now.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is the most optimistic poem I have written haha.
ReplyDeleteWell, I like it and approve!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
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