Colossal boulders behind the eyes

Imagination ran wild amidst rainbow skies

Of soaring thoughts that learnt to fly

Fatigue sets in, the well is dry


The heavy weight pull

It renders me dull

My thoughts tangle and fall

Those artful intentions hitting the wall


But the time will inevitably come

When the barriers will break and some

Imagination is free to run

With thoughts and schemes as bright as the sun


Author: Poets and Prose

I've suffered from depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem for many years. When my son was diagnosed with Autism, my depression took a turn for the worse. At the age of 39, I've opened up a new lease on life by learning to love myself and finding positive ways to cope with life's difficulties through blogging, fitness, photography, writing, and the arts. This is just one personal journey of healing and finding oneself.

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