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Reflection of a Shooting StarFrosty night air with sky so clear
the Stars look like new.
Bright and twinkling they shine,
surreal luminescence all that keeps
the soft, white world
from drifting into utter Despair.
Their glow dances upon the frozen fabric,
twisting the threads and weave.
Then, as if to stave off the night,
a star shoots forth from the heavens,
Falling to earth in splendor magnified,
and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden
star-burst of four kittens under a lid of ice,
heading to the four corners of nowhere.
Ere the day sets
They rise up
Upon the wind
Flying with new grown wings
To a place we cannot see
We, left behind,
Have but the old shells
Of flesh and bone
Nothing inside; nobody home
Depression is My Heritage
Depression is My Heritage 9/21/06
I've known there was something different about my family for a long time. When I was five, I had to go visit my aunt and uncle in Ohio for two weeks. At the time, I really wasn't sure what was going on, only that mommy needed some time to rest after my baby brother got back from a ten day stay at the hospital and major surgery. For years I never really understood why my mother would do things, or go to see "friends" that I never got to see. Only recently have I learned the true reason that lay behind all of these events, as well as other personalities in my mother's family.
My mother's depression started in high school, and got worse in college. She didn't seek help because of the stigmas that surrounded mental illness at the time. Instead she pushed on, ignoring the occasional "spells" she would have. She made it through college, and marriage with only comparatively minor
Five years ago my life, my world, changed.
Has it really been that long
Since their screams filled the air?
Have five long years really passed
Since lives were snuffed out,
Some in an instant of unbelieving horror
Others in an agonizing torture
Of waiting and hoping for help not to come
Wounds so old seem so fresh
What those people did
I don't understand why
I cannot comprehend
Its just too hard
I ask myself time and again
What has happened to us?
All I know is that we have fallen.
We have fallen
Will we ever be able to right ourselves?
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