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Afghanistan

I feel like Afghanistan All the friends who helped me through my depression Have left I want to leave this body I call home Rather than wage war with my demons Strong and mighty Smiling is equivalent to holding a plane at Kabul. I fly for a minute And drop back down into the abyss Depression you restrict me like the Afghan woman now. But I will learn to love my body And I will find my home some day

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Julie Little

Date: 10/28/2021 6:02:00 AM

Hello tesem! Great way to describe! Unfortunately, too many of us can relate. You are definitely not alone. I am glad to see someone young on here. Not enough poetry enthusiasm in todays generation. I am fairly new myself. If you ever have questions, need an opinion on a poem/story, need a proofreader or just need to talk to someone, feel free to soupmail me. Keep your chin up, and keep writing! Sincerely, Julie Little