Healing from Depression

When the moon rolls out of the sky

And you are strangled with darkness.

 

When the trees have lost their leaves

And stand in surrender to winter.

 

When every word is a suicide note

And your face is dry from crying.

 

This is when hope arrives

Like a hurricane of joy

 

It swallows you whole

And from deep within your bones, you find a song

 

That softens your mind

And gives enough light in your eyes

 

To see

Again.

Katelyn Durst
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