Dry.
This season has taken every last drop. Yet it’s seems that an unseen river flows and gives me life to move on. Depression has no rules. It regulates itself. It attacks with a fury. The grey lifts but for moments. But oh those short intricate times! They are sweet and warm. They ease the mind and comfort the soul from the cold barrage of the mundane war.
Each second of most days is a battle for positivity. And I fight. I fight because it will not win. I chose. I chose to live. I chose to fight for those moments of sunshine.The cold ground where I will sleep shall come soon enough.
For now I live. My body is warm. And my heart beats. Love depends on me to show up another day. So I will.
Each morning offers new air pushed by a new breeze, and so I go to explore it’s currents.
Give me life.
I resist the bonds.
Let me find the joy in each moment. Love depends on it.
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