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The Depression Portraits: Portrait 2

It’s like coming to a brick wall. And you look up and don’t see the ledge. You look to either sides and don’t see the end. There’s a way around or over, But because you don’t see it, You don’t believe it. So you stand there. And just stare at the wall. You hear life going on just past it. And people are shouting over to you all the things that are going on… And “why won’t you just join us”, they wonder. You walk along, but it still feels endless… You try to climb over but there’s no place for your footing. And you think about going back to where you were. But there’s nothing there. Just empty space. Dead air. Sometimes you think about walking back into the darkness. Let it swallow you whole. And you don’t really know what keeps you, But you don’t. So you’ve made a home between the darkness and the wall. But something has to happen. …and soon. Because both sides are closing in. And the last thing you want to do is be caught in the middle when the two meet. (Part of a 10 piece collection called "The Depression Portraits")

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Date: 1/13/2016 12:35:00 PM
I like it, Joy. Sometimes for me, it's a cellophane wall. Dark subject being enlightened. Great poem
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Joy Nicole
Date: 1/18/2016 4:16:00 AM
Thank you so much.

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