My heart rains
Droplets free fall
Ping off each empty chamber
My voice lost inside the parched valley of my mouth
Water has come only to my eyes
Huge mountains live in my throat
My arms a continuous two way roil of granite
Dynamited to dust, choking out the world
Note: Some people ask, what is it like to suffer from depression? It is like that, only we struggle to find our way out of the grief. Thanks to The Contributor staff, volunteers and my patrons, I find my voice and begin to feel love and connection again.