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Little Creatures
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Woken by the pain in my chest,
As I open my eyes,
Loneliness folds me into a crushing embrace.
My clocks arms circle,
and I struggle to escape the tangle of cold sheets.
The steaming fingers of my shower,
Soon tastes of salt.
By the time I find my towel,
every inch of me hurts.
Little voices,
hurry me along,
If it wasn't for them,
I'd already be gone.
The work day dawns,
I glance at my phone.
A blue eyed face,
Reminds me to carry on.
Everyday is much of the same.
Wake, work, pain.
I live not for myself,
But for those I've made.
For me each day is torture,
So every day those little creatures,
Can sing and dance,
And fill our home with laughter.
As I open my eyes,
Loneliness folds me into a crushing embrace.
My clocks arms circle,
and I struggle to escape the tangle of cold sheets.
The steaming fingers of my shower,
Soon tastes of salt.
By the time I find my towel,
every inch of me hurts.
Little voices,
hurry me along,
If it wasn't for them,
I'd already be gone.
The work day dawns,
I glance at my phone.
A blue eyed face,
Reminds me to carry on.
Everyday is much of the same.
Wake, work, pain.
I live not for myself,
But for those I've made.
For me each day is torture,
So every day those little creatures,
Can sing and dance,
And fill our home with laughter.
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Life gets pretty hard when you are battling Depression. My little ones are what keep me going. I hope this inspires more people to find who or what it is that keeps them taking each breath.
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