Talk To Me In A Month
No matter the depression that haunts my steps and bed, that saps the joy and colour from my waking and sleeping hours, that causes me to weep and moan and struggle: my mantra remains the same. Talk to me in a month. Let my situation be stable. Let the wounds in my home, my finances, and heart be closed as they are now in a month and I will believe. What is not important now is the gaping sense of loss. What is important now is a rightness in my world that stands proud and defiant in the face of these last five years.
Let this not be a dream.
Let me be myself again.
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