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The rainbow of depression

If depression had a colour, what would it be?
The deep dark blue of an endless sea?
I often feel that I am hopelessly drowning
I feel your censorship, in your frowning

What about a bright crimson red?
I approach each morning in dread
Does my blood simply drain away?
Why must I live for another long day?

What about an acid green lime?
To mark the endless passing of time
Or a dark gash of obsidian black?
Disappointment and grief, just stack

If depression were a colour, it would be
Unique like the root cause, to you and me
I wish I did not know my depression hue
I just know for me, it is never just blue



I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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