Admitted that I was weak
Weak with depression
My heavy heart dropped onto the ground
You found a way to lick my wounds
To fill up my holes of emptiness
You simply held me tight
Tears washed away my sadness
It was easy to heal
With you by my side
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
I was open with you
Admitted that I was weak Weak with depression My heavy heart dropped onto the ground You found a way to lick my wounds To fill up my holes of emptiness You simply held me tight Tears washed away my sadness It was easy to heal With you by my side I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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claire bunt
5/25/2015 08:28:03 am
Poignant- lovely.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |