One step up
One step down
I live on this ladder
Made sick by rotting wood
Sometimes I climb up
Only to slip and fall down
I again fight to the top of this ladder
Made scarred by burnt wood
Right when I am fired up
The rain starts and washes me down
I cling to this ladder
Made white by frost bitten wood
So sometimes I don't try to struggle and pull myself up
Instead I just want to close my eyes and let myself fall down
I live on this ladder
Made dead by ghostly wood
One misstep up
One long fall down
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This Is The Sad Part
PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.
