Scattered Package
If depression came in a package
it might have the prettiest outer layer.
If depression came in a package
it might have the brightest red bow.
If depression came in a package
it would be advertised by a forked tongue.
Don't be fooled by the paper
it lies over top of danger.
If the package should unravel
and scatter where you stand,
you will soon see the demons.
Don't let them take your hand.
If the package should unravel
and scatter where you stand,
you will feel thousands of blades
cutting your spirit, heart, and hands.
So don't let it unravel;
the package deserves the hottest of flames,
because the dangers it holds inside
are death of the soul, by name.
So don't let it unravel;
the package deserves the hottest of flames,
because the dangers it holds inside
are anything but a good game.
If depression came in a package
it won't at first expose itself by name,
but the sooner it scatters like ashes in the wind
the less you suffer from shame.
Copyright © Miranda Hawley | Year Posted 2025
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