Beneath the smiling face
Is a broken heart
Slowly being stitched together.
Behind the hearty laugh
Lies insecurity and pain
A dull, but constant ache.
Look behind her eyes,
The closed door to her soul
And see a woman who desperately clings
To happiness as it repeatedly slips
Through her fingers
Into the expansive reach
Of depression’s inky black bleakness
Joy comes to her in small bursts
Like a shooting star,
Here, then quickly gone from view
It’s beauty and simplicity magical,
She sits and waits
For life to fall to her from the heavens
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Sitting in a group,
Alone with my thoughts.
Hard to identify with those around me.
My mind stretched thin.
I feel shame for being.
I feel shame.
I feel fear.
I fear that no one is listening.
I don’t trust.
But at least I feel.
. . .
And I finished this tonight. :-)
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