Crescendo

The heaving tides of emotion

Like the crash of the salty ocean

Seeping deep into her wounds

Soaking skin like withering prunes

For better or for worse

The love she endured was doomed to be cursed

Broken were the shards of her heart

Grinding down to dust

The scorching burn within her throat

Forever parched with thirst

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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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