Dear major depression,
You, old chum, have simply got to go and let me live my life. We've been together for so long. I didn't think I'd outlast you and still be breathing.
What will it take to exorcise you from my mind, body, and spirit? A restraining order in soul's blood?
Your presence is etched in the folds and synapses of my brain, in the instinctive reactions of my body and the emotional isolation of my soul. I cannot heal and regenerate with you hanging a hairsbreath away.
I don't need you any more to buffer my soul from the world. I have boundaries now. They will suffice. I want to heal, not hide and feel, not die. I no longer crave the opiate of sleep.
Never yours again.
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Zephyrschild (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don't know what to say ... this has been percolating on my brain forever.
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You don't struggle with depression. Depression struggles with you 💪💪👹👹
Very apt. Thank you
Exactly.
I think that is a very positive way of saying to goodbye to depression, well written
Thank you
You are very welcome
[You ARE sending me my own copy of this, the others and all, yes ALL the rest, thankfully]
Ah, if only it were that easy. Besides, what's yours to mine, eh? Speaking of which, I should shake mine off.
Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a delightful poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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