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seasonal depression

Boreal

poetry
As the light recedes into the horizon,
the north wind seep through
cracks in the window
and slits in the door.
My toes are cold
against the bedroom floor,
and I wonder when
my blood will unthaw,
and when
I might feel the light
once again.
November 17, 2019 Carmen Tagged boreal, cold, creative writing, depression, exulansis, mental illness, poem, poetry, seasonal depression, writing Leave a comment
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