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A poem about hope and how it entwines with depression. |
| I'm free Dancing through my life Yet trapped by the dark mood of depression Which surrounds me Imprisoned in a bed of glass Each movement could be my last Lying awake in darkness Almost screaming for the innocence I lost So long ago It's then that you appear A shining vision of hope Reaching out a golden hand for me My fluttering butterfly tears dye the atmosphere Find fragments of my scattered heart Are you the one to mend it? A radiance that surpasses hope. |