A short poem about being so exhausted you become depressed.

A short story about a girl who is in therapy for an unknown reason. She and her therapist discuss life, love, and the meaning of happiness.

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A poem I wrote tonight.

Once we were young, now older the passion is still burning as long as the heart continues to beat.

Poem that “does what it says on the tin” re subject matter.

It’s a cycle, I’ve discovered. Recharge for the world.

Feelings of exhaustion and helplessness felt at the end of something – a day, an event, etc.

A poem I have written a while ago but the cadences in this piece make it worth the effort of posting it here…

Ever had a panic attack? They come on strong and out of nowhere and very disturbing. But they pass and no one has ever died from them…there is help, deep breathing, forcing to think positive thoughts, distracting your mind on something else, praying, and just giving it time to pass…however hard that is!!