I glimpse the splash of raindrops on my window

Like a volley of liquid diamonds

They ripple and glimmer in the ashen light

Of a gloomy, muted sky

As they divert into infinitesimal rivers

Trailing down the chilled panes of glass

Like the tears of a broken soul

And I wonder, I wonder why does my heart

Feel just as dark and cold


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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