An imaginary gun
Exploding PTSD ammunition
Detonating emotional triggers
Bullets fly
Aimed at my heart
Direct hits
Catapulting me
into foxholes of deep despair
Darkness entombs me
As the pit swallows
My soul into a six-foot crater
An impossible climb for a paralyzed woman
Depression numbs
I dwell in the muck
Wallowing suits me
Melancholic songs soothe
Until
An inexplicable whisper speaks
And an invisible hand
Mysteriously pulls me out
From the mire
Suddenly I float
On cotton candy puffs
Drifting dreamily
Consoling me
Just as they did when I was a kid
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Living life, bedridden, how I ended up this way and how I cope
Categories: A Poem, depression, Encouragement, inspirational, Poetry
Nancy Jean Walker - Loving Life Fully 
insanely true
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One day, you will fly!
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Won’t that be wonderful! It’s so nice to meet you.
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It was brilliant meeting you!! You lit up my day! 🎆🎇🎆
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You are an encourager!
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