Posted in Poetry, Writing

Chasing the Illusion



She never liked the taste of whiskey 
preferring the sweetness of wine  

The twilight mornings 
teetering home on tipsy stiletto heels 

She tries to shower away the 
foggy memories

the lights and music 
are a temptation 

the thrill of laying 
in strangers' arms 

to postpone the loneliness 
one more night 

Facing the morning light 
the reality 

The allure 
is too strong  

Tonight 
she'll once again 
chase the illusion

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Posted in depression, mental illness

The Thief

Depression is a thief.

I haven’t written about depression in a long time.  The reason I haven’t written about it is because I’m NOT depressed.  But with depression being swept under the rug or shrugged off by most of society, I feel that it’s important to write about it.  The subject needs to come out of the shadows.

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