Depression’s gray clouds
Hovering weight overhead
Felled with word’s penning
Precious beyond words
The Word Press community
We can be healers
Hopeful, despairing
Angry, judging, lamenting
Words written freely
Speak into hearing
Allay fears for grim future
We are not alone.
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Well said!! Ditto and thank you.
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Yes! It is amazing to connect so well with people from all over the world. I tend to explore the world with my intellect, but I respond to it straight out of my feelings. And that seems to be where we can relate across all our differences.
Yes. I feel that connection.
Well said! 😊
Thanks.
We definitely aren’t alone Ina, it’s great to know that we all have this connection when we need it.
Agreed, Andrea. Good to hear from you.
So very true!
It can be a wonderful life-line.
Definitely, however tenuous and ethereal it may be!
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