My shoulders relax,
my muscles lighten
as I let go of a load
and say goodbye to the guilt
that had been crumbling inside;
I breath out
and feel the relief
burn down my throat.

In a year I’ll be so light I’ll reach the stars.

This life was a mistake
A choice I wasn't given
A story I didn't write

Prune the branches
The wounds weep
Sap like sorrow—
Grief without end

Sever the root
To bring relief
But the story withers—
And still, the ache remains

I'm at a crossroads
All I write is wrongs

  A rootless thing,
  Still reaching—
  I never asked for this

I am afraid of death’s kindness,
But life is no friend of mine

Hope, the word of relief, freedom, innocence
Helps overcome all challenges and darkness
A beacon in the night, a guiding light
That leads us through life's plodding flight

With every breath, it whispers low
"Cope with life, and let your spirit glow"
Hope is the anchor that holds us fast
A symbol of resilience that forever lasts

after all
disappointment and a cold day
a bowl of soup

Feels like fear.

Depression
Is my peace.

Laughter
Helps me see.

Isolation
Is my relief.