Weight (an acrostic poem)

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What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair

Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on

It was no use. She broke.

Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor

Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling

They were children!

Work (an acrostic poem)

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Whitlling away at his soul to earn sustenance

Only he never felt sustained

Reaching lower and lower depths of despair

Knowing eventually he will fall out the bottom and drop into nothingness

Impossible (an acrostic poem)

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It might look like things are at their darkest.

Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.

Perhaps even preposterous.

Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.

So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.

Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.

It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.

Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.

Lift yourself one bit at a time.

Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.

Ominous (an acrostic poem)

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Outside, the darkness was pierced by the full moon

Making the fallen leaves look hauntingly surreal

It was then we she heard the sound of something approaching

Nearer it got, the faster it seemed to be moving, the louder it became, the harder her heart beat

Old primal fears rose from the depths of her hindbrain.  She began to flee the sound

Undulating ground eventually caught her foot causing her to sprawl to the ground

Still, the sounds were getting closer, faster, louder.

Valley (an acrostic poem)

 

Vast hills of overwhelming emotions rim his psyche

All casting shadows in the depths where he lays at rest

Looking at the prospect of climbing out

Leaves him feeling exhausted before he even begins

Every step a struggle, the climb pure torture

Yet once high up in the surrounding hilltops the view of tomorrow is amazing

 

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Deep (an acrostic poem)

Down low in the depths of my soul

Everything seems so much darker

Even the light of your smile doesn’t penetrate the gloom

Perhaps I shouldn’t have gone so …