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Mental Health

“You look sad”

“You look sad,” they say.
“Oh, you’re in a bad mood,” they nod.
“What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” they question.
My mind spins. My breathing stops.
I pant. I gasp for air. My heart pounds inside my chest as if ready to burst.
My head spins and my feet move in a crooked line.
I know I would fall down the stairs if I didn’t have the strong arms holding me up. Steady.
I was held steady.
Slowly, I waited for my world to fade back into place.
“You look sad,” they say.
But, the look on my face is not even half of it.

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by esthergonzales75

I am a New Jersey based poet who aspires to share my story through poetry and prose focused on faith and my journey with depression. I have overcome many obstacles and I believe everyone has a story to tell, even if they haven't found the words yet. I hope my words can inspire others to believe in their purpose and to find strength to climb the next mountain.

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