What’s the story behind the abandoned scooter? Let your imagination roam.
Depression is a silent enemy. It steals in to steal from you.
i’ve walked the fringes of darkness
where i felt the hard blunt bleakness of pain
and the stark reality of depression,
where i’ve queried the essence of life
in the time of such deep despair.
i’ve been beaten, molested and left to die,
i’ve stared death in the face many a times,
but only one whisper
kept me hanging on to the thread;
hope, that one day
this too shall pass,
and in the midst of hope
let my life be a lamp.
There’s nothing to romanticize about depression! It’s not a good place to be. Take it from me.
Except your blog is a hot house plant,
That needs to be kept indoors
Pampered and molly-coddled
Then you can remain hidden in the dark
However, if you want to be a hardy planted blog
You need to get out into the sunny side
Of meeting others
So that you don’t
Suffer stunted growth.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Jump right into the fray. You are welcome.