No one should ever suffer from "Depression."
Not a child.
Not an adult.
Not even me.
You see I was born underneath the word "Depression."
My life has out numbered that.
All the moving.
All the fails.
All the loss.
When I was younger I had this devastation of having a family.
I never knew what that meant.
I went by me, Myself.
No mother.
No father.
Traveling has worsened me.
It was never going to get better.
I didn't know how to control it.
Survive it.
Or
To live it.
I was alone.
With no one to run to.
No one understood what my worst has been.
Neither did none care.
No one but a "Blade."
It doesn't matter where it came from.
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Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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