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depression

Posted to Action Poetry




can drive a soft mind
to hard action.

the quiet valleys of the soul
can erode to a point
that even verbal reinforcement
is futile to the parting.

all stone
must crack open
before it turns to sand.

and we are all sand,
sparkling grains,
at our lowest point,
our barest,
the heartstrings sigh.