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Commitment to a Depressive

I gave you my life

I gave you my heart

You showed my the light

And how to be me

You gave me a child

And taught me to be me

You took hold of me

Never let go

It was then you grip tightened

Until I couldn't breath

I struggle now each day

Wish I could be me

But my commitment to child with a conscience

Is greater than my desires and happiness

Maybe one day I'll smile

Maybe one day I'll breath

Until then I'll keep going

Until then I'll dream of being free

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Comments

Claire

Tue 25th Oct 2016 01:39

I really like your poem. Especially the metaphor about the grip tightening. Good work!

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