Depression

I see and read the struggle everyday. Our struggles, through the posts, they become a canopy. A hanging remembrance of sadness felt. Overwhelming because it overshadows us, we cannot turn about.

Our path, a shared path, with memory stones. A stone for each soul that thought they were alone. We walk, a shared path, never knowing that we share the way. One way, one path, yet no one else feels this way we say.

I read about a fallen star today. Another star, someone else’s fall, but it feels the same. A stinging pain that stays like a stain. Look down, not up, we’ll be ok.

JCC

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Hope

I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without a single sound. I knew I had found your sadness when tears washed upon my eyes. They felt like my tears feel when I cry sometimes. That’s when I realized we were crying as one. It wasn’t rain at all I felt, I was standing under the sun.

-OM

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11:11

My happiness throws three shadows on the ground. They extend past my sadness and their light keeps the darkness away.

They make those moments you would have had alone complete. A feeling you’d never know unless you lost it.

Maybe I do know happiness at last.

Each day I seem to know it.

-OM

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