Growth

Dear Depression,

Your goal seemed to be to wreck

what I had worked so hard to build.

You tore

and hurt

and left me a shell

of who I was

and could be.

I lost myself amongst your waves,

and my body forgot how to float

but in the end

I learned to swim

and you taught me so much more.

Without you

I never would have learned

who I really was

and who I really could be.

You wrecked what I worked to build,

but taught me how to be so much more.

For that I thank you

but still send you out the door.

So goodbye, Farewell, Adieu.

Sincerely,

The New Me

 

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