The insidious questions of a broken heart.

Depression is a scary world to live in so I wrote poetry to get me out, at least for a while. I am doing much better than I was doing when I wrote this. For anyone with depression, I say to you there is a way out and it’s bright and beautiful.

Depression is a grave that people continue digging.

The regrets of your life will haunt you in death, better start making things right before it’s all gone in a blink.

When you are feeling hopeless and longing for a fresh start, where do you turn? What do you do to get on the path of turning? Where is the best place to start? Read more…

Have you ever uttered these words?

This poem was made shortly after “Christmas Mourning” but I decided to wait in order to publish it and wait until Christmas to officially publish it. I want to shout out to my readers with a Merry Christmas! And maybe a look into how I see Christmas through my eyes. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

Only you.

When times feel hopeless, there is always hope.
When things are darkest, there is always light.

M.F. VanDeburgh poetry.