Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (depression)
Echoes of emotions wash over me as I gaze and remember.
Bewitched and writhing under covers
As angels rustled,
their dresses sweeping past my bed,
and gently approached to anoint my forehead with a kiss.
Their touch startled me from my sad reverie, and I breathed once more.
Deep, gasping breaths
That filled my lungs with hope.
The sadness subsided,...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 8:13 pm
As if sloughing off a skin and emerging
After a painful rebirth, and yes, there were tears.
Emerging into the light after months, years of being in the shade.
When caught in a grey void, time slows, and I fear I will fall with no one to catch me.
Running into the headlights, I fear I will run too fast and fall, spinning into a white void.
I do not fall but stumble, and carry on stro...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 7:57 pm