Depression, Poetry

Escaping a Black Hole

A Mental Health Limerick   My pillow caresses my face, comforter and body embrace. Snug solace for my soul from depression’s black hole when life and I need our own space.   Copyright © 2018 Alicia T-Rust. All rights reserved.

Depression, Poetry

Shadow of Sin

Blank Verse Redeeming oneself seems to be fiction. Personal history lingers and creeps for the nonce into the mind’s daily thoughts. Pretending your transgressions don’t endure, they are the shadows lurking behind you. Mild words or images trigger the past, pervading your life with unending pain, slinging sordid sins back to the present. There is… Read More Shadow of Sin