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Growth.

January 5, 2017
By Anonymous

Depression  

Depression is like a sunny day, when its one-hundred and two degrees out and you can't find any shade
and you feel like you're melting away.
Depression is like a snowy day, shoveling away pain and numbness
day after day
trying to clear the driveways of your brain so that you can try
to make it out of the house.
Depression is like the ocean, waves of emotion crashing,
tossing and restless
breathing shallowly, trying not to drown in despair.
Depression is like home, and happiness is just a place you visit.

 

                  Growing Up 

Growing up is getting on a train where you don't know your                            destination
you dont know how long the trip is supposed to be
   you don't even have a ticket
    and worst of all, you can't find the right seat to sit in.
you change from seat to seat
you meet new people who think will be with you for your whole trip
        only for them to leave as fast as they came
you repeatedly move from one seat that you were used to
          and move to another that you're not
          and before you know it,
       your trip is over.

 

                                Happy Place   

                       We laid there in the dark
         surrounded by thick blankets and a cascade of pillows
         I curled up into your chest as you pulled me in closer
                 wrapping your arms tightly around me
        the faint hum of music coming from the record player was
            drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat
       the steady thump, thumping sounding like beautiful poetry
                        I glanced up at you
        as you brush your fingers through my hair and realized that
                 there's no place I would rather be.

 

Baby Blues 

Blue eyes like the sea
Lovingly looking at me
Those eyes, they kill me

 

                           Winter Mountains 

                    I think my favorite thing about
                                utah winters
                    is how the snow covered mountains
                                look like the
                     black and white pencil outline
                         of a masterpiece thats yet
                              to be painted


The author's comments:

This is a small collection of a few poems that I've written over the last year and a half.  The first three are ones that I wrote around a year ago when I was struggling with some things in my personal life, while the last two are ones that I wrote over the last month.  While revising them, I noticed that you can see how much I have grown and changed through my writing, and it made me realize that I'm a much stronger person than I was last year.  I hope others who are going through things, anything, get inspired to write out their feelings.  Either through poetry, stories, or even just journal entries.  If you don't want to talk to anyone about how you're feeling, write it out.  Express yourself through writing.  It helps, trust me.


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