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going home

cocooned
in depression
covered
in fibrils
of time

whimpering
until I am mute
so reduced
I am a fading
chrysalis

my wounds
bleed a cruel tide
rivers of my blood
whisper away
set free

burn out my eyes
I shall fear no death
I cannot know
what I
cannot see

so the wings
of a phoenix
carry me home,
and I rage
against time

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A lovely write but not a good place to be.

How can I reply to this write as you cry out.
It hurts to feel where you should shout
Scream at the demon that racks your brain
Come back to walking with us again.

Let us hold your weakening ways
Just let us love you and bring lovely days
There inside is a spirit so bold
Let us in and your Spirit hold.

Walk on that lawn let your feet tell true
Of others out here that walk with you
I love that lawn with its bumps from above
Always remember our unconditional love
Yours Being Naughty again might be getting a feet fetish LOL
No Chance!!
Talk to us as you can, Yours Ian x T x

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

The black dog is at my heels nipping and howling, I find it hard to write in the light atm, darkness rules these brittle bones, I shall look to the lawn, its beauty may cheer me up

smile

love always JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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We are here all the time in light and dark, as our light is brighter than day.
Lovely to see you there again, Take care and know we think of you and send our love to hold you, Yours Ian, Anne, and many friends xxx

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

And that black dog has me in its hold, as well, my Jayne, Can't write, It will pass.

Striking words, Out of pain, pure poetry.

Love from your Joe

I know just how destructive depression can be, you take care and if you ever need an ear just message away

love your Jayne xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I have brought in the Dog catcher in from Spirit to capture that snapping beast, but he say that you have to help him, with positive thinking.
This releases the nasty creature from your heels, then the catcher will net it with his net of true thoughts and love of the now.
Then he will shake seven shades of shit out of it, and send it to a dark place he knows of,
Love you both, Yours Ian.T and Friends

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I am still having bad days and slowly the pall is lifting. Ian and Joe thank you so much I knew this one wouldn't be to every ones taste, sorry for the late reply I am the turtle just trying to catch up lol

much love to you both Jayne-Chloe

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Lovely to hear that you are slowly coming around to the now,
The Dog catcher was having trouble as the damn thing was too close to your heels lol.
As you say to Joe the same applies to you we are here to just talk or listen whichever is best for you, Take care and know that you are in our thoughts, Yours Ian & Friends xx

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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