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Throw Me A Rope

Tips from a drowning optimist.

By Chasity JeanPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I am a great contradiction of

spiritually awakened and

clinically depressed.

Swimming through waves of

tired of trying's and

not scared of dying's,

waiting for some one to

throw me a rope,

but the shore line is empty.

I don't want this to be

a poem about how sad

life can be.

I want to bring you hope

where no one's brought it

to me.

The world is so small

and life so temporary,

the problems we face are

more than often

imaginary.

But the imaginary problems

seem harder to face

because if we can't see them

how do we defeat them?

I'll tell you my secret though

it might not work for you,

here's some tips on how

to defeat your imaginary

monsters too.

I drown my demons in

peppermint tea,

I sing them to sleep with

my favorite songs,

I cover them in my

coziest sweater and

I remind them that life is

too short for me to be bothered

by them a second longer.

And after awhile they don't

seem so scary anymore.

This poem started out with a

different direction in mind

but along the way

I realized I just threw myself

my own rope.

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Chasity Jean

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