Holograph, barely here.
I talk like a moth flitters to light,
shadow boxing.
Grin and bear it.
Buck up.
It’ll get better.
Pearls of wisdom faintly heard.
Like oil bubbles’ thinly veiled colors,
disappear in darkness.
Skim me not.
Help find the me.
Please.
Quadrille (44 words) written, including the word grin, as prompted by Bjorn for dVerse.
lillian the home poet 
I hear your call for help, as depression is a very stark place to be ~ Specially like this part:
I talk like a moth flitters to light,
shadow boxing.
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Thank you, Grace. I am good……writing this poem from the perspective of so many afflicted with this disease.
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I love the poem. The metaphor of the moth is brilliant!
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Thank you!
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🙂 you’re welcome
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The image of being boxed in is so strong… Depression is a prison
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Thank you, Bjorn. It truly is — and it’s so misunderstood by so many.
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Depression
no longer
sad iS
death iN
life not even
wHere sadness
dares to tread iN
darKest human way…
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….sadness dares to tread….. describes the will of someone trying to beat this dark thing called depression. Well said.
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SMiLes.. my friend.. Been there and beat the severest ’bout of Depression that my Air Force shrink ever noted in his clinical practice.. In a 66 month shut-in stint where even having a tear was a dream come true 63 months into it.. Funny how ya don’t count the months.. days.. And seconds in heaven and that’s where i stay nowOn as continuous practice iN Art of work free.. WiTh Poetry.. Dance.. And SonG.. as oNly true liGht Love religion for me.. Second to second.. noW..:)
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