I was walking down a dusty road toward Flint Creek. I sat on the bridge, muddy water rushing twenty feet below. I slid with ease off the rough planks into the creek.
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#Mental Health #Depression #Sadness #Spirit #Children #Despair #Sorrow #Grief #Death #Loneliness
This book of poetry has been ten years in the making; my daughter passed suddenly; my mourning has been hidden within the pages of life my pain constant. I found myself in a place of inner darkness, the threat of madness crouched above me; and it does not go away. I was in fervor to put the word down; what begins as writing, an accounting of me turned quickly into “Poetry”. I felt like my spirit wanted the accounting, apocalyptic writing to begin; it closed with shocking revelations into my personal life.
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#Mental Health, #Depression, #Sadness, #Spirit, #Anger, #Memoir, #Bipolar, #Schizophrenia, #Children, #Despair, #Sorrow, #Grief, #Death, #Suicide, #Unhappiness, #Loneliness
Fragments of time lived from 1939 to 2010. Life, loss, and heartache of living.
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#Mental Health, #Depression, #Sadness, #Spirit, #Anger, #Memoir, #Bipolar, #Schizophrenia, #Children, #Despair, #Sorrow, #Grief, #Death, #Suicide, #Unhappiness, #Loneliness