Thanks for a like on a comment going months back, I rediscovered this post today. It may be relatable to so many of us who struggle with depression and despair. ❤
Ground down under the weight of this
I struggle for air
People tell me not to care
About things that break my heart
Believe me
I do know there is a way out
A way to see sometimes
The possibility of life
But sometimes I just fall into
The deepest place of despair
I wish there was a way somehow
To feel the light
When all goes dark
To find the spark again
But today all I see
Are ancestral corpses littered all around
Sensing how the weight of that
So easily drags me down
Are these all just phantoms in my mind
Convincing me there is no way
To be kind to myself?
Who is it that blocks this light
From entering my soul
During these times of dark dark night
When there is no respite anywhere
From being smothered
Under the suffocating blanket
Of despair
Emerging From The Dark Night 
I know personally how heavy that blanket can be. I shall send you a new blanket of love and light through the airwaves so you can leave it somewhere safe and pull it out when you need to feel wrapped in love 🦋
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I actually dont feel that despair right now Michelle, luckily but was resharing it for those who may be. Thank you for your kind wishes though. 💕
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Great poem, very relatable. Often have I felt the weight of such a blanket.
Sending love xx ❤
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I wrote this in a darker time but I’m sure many of us can relate to being in that space. 💕
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Beautifully said! And, I too have felt that weight💗
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Its so heavy at times, isn’t it Diane? Hugs and love ❤
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Yes, very much so! Hugs to you also💜
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