Yellow Graphic reading: Vendor Writing

Undone

My heart rainsDroplets free fallPing off each empty chamberMy voice lost inside the parched valley of my mouthWater has come only to my eyesHuge mountains live in my throatMy arms a continuous two way roil of graniteDynamited 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.