There are signs posted with moss covering
Empty bottles where the devil is recovering
Dirty feathers all around in piles cluttering
And care is a word I hear you keep uttering
There are scabs where blood is spluttering
No cover for my mouth we are discovering
Though secrets are a map I’m not uncovering
And love is the only thing left hovering
© Delia Ross. 2020



I iz bad. Past my expiration date? Losing me mind. One moment at a time.
DEPRESSION AWARENESS
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Powerful writing!
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So nice to hear, thank you so much!! 🙏
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You are very welcome! Stay Well! 🙂
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