This is no place for the weaktime weeds the sweetthe innocentthe youngleaving the broken and imperfectwho still…
I look up at the things I think are you.
The graying clouds expand over the fields
To the south and I am sure that it is you in motion,
acting on some small prayer before the wind and the rain
‘It’s so common, it could be anyone. The trouble is nobody wants…
To fight, there must be a hope that one day we may win the battle. That our lives can change for the better. That we can overcome whatever debilitating circumstances that triggered the depression…
I lost 30 days.
It’s the most logical thing to do right? When people don’t fit in your life anymore, all…
