Vendor Writing

Undone

By FreePressGMA, Contributor Vendor

My heart rains

Droplets free fall

Ping off each empty chamber

My voice lost inside the parched valley of my mouth

Water has come only to my eyes

Huge mountains live in my throat

My arms a continuous two way roil of granite

Dynamited to dust, choking out the world

Note: Some people ask, what is it like to suffer from depression? It is like that, only we struggle to find our way out of the grief. Thanks to The Contributor staff, volunteers and my patrons, I find my voice and begin to feel love and connection again.