Posted by Carl in Poems on February 21, 2011
Trying to hide,
but when no one is looking,
I cannot hide from myself.
Working to propel myself to great heights,
knowing crashing comes soon.
Wanting to accept with gratitude
that I am alive, perhaps never good.
Depression, Failure, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, recovery
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