depression

You can’t keep what you stole.

For years my jaw was clenched With the stench of your desperate cries Victim eyes Staring at me There were always tears. You flooded each one of my childhood years Drowning any one who came near Guilt I know so dear. We became fast friends in the mirror. She laughed when I laughed but weContinue reading “You can’t keep what you stole.”

I cry often.

By Renee Lewis Love I cry often. Almost every day. Rivers of tears flow from the years of pain, frozen and stacked up brick by brick into parts of my heart, pushed into my hips and even corners of my brain. A million different moments pushed away but never lost, gosh why couldn’t I loseContinue reading “I cry often.”