Last night
rotted by toxins
the branch broke.
I would not have believed
that all these years of ache and tears
could be so briskly whisked away
by the last straw,
yet today
the wound
leaves no pain.
.
I haven’t posted here since the first of January; my depression has been so severe that I didn’t feel able to write. Suddenly, big changes have come into force. This post is to reassure you that I’m still breathing, and the air is clean.
©Jane Paterson Basil
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Yay!!! I hope I am interpreting this correctly and our poems have a similar theme today?
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How revealing that ou substituted “wound” for “would” in the fourth line, Jane.
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Ha! Thank you for spotting that, Judy. I’ve corrected it.
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Sorry to hear that Jane. I’ve felt the same for a long time. It’s very controlling.
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Sometimes it’s like tunnel; you feel as if it will never end, then one day you suddenly see the light in the distance. It happened exactly like that for me when I was in my 20s and suffering severe post-natal depression.
I truly hope you see that light soon.
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Welcome back, Jane. Good to hear that big changes have come into force xxx
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I’ll email you and tell you all about it when I have time. It was quite dramatic.
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I was going to email you. I’ll wait to hear from you – look forward to it xxxx
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I suffered from depression for a while and couldn’t believe how physically painful it is. My heart goes out to you and am happy you are finding your way out.
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The cause of the depression is gone since I took out a restraining order on one of my children, since there was no other option left to me. It might be a while before I fully recover, but I’m on my way 🙂
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Good for you. It is so hard to do something like that but is necessary at times.
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It wasn’t as hard as I would have thought. I reached my limit, and I have no regrets.
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