Growth
Dear Depression,
Your goal seemed to be to wreck
what I had worked so hard to build.
You tore
and hurt
and left me a shell
of who I was
and could be.
I lost myself amongst your waves,
and my body forgot how to float
but in the end
I learned to swim
and you taught me so much more.
Without you
I never would have learned
who I really was
and who I really could be.
You wrecked what I worked to build,
but taught me how to be so much more.
For that I thank you
but still send you out the door.
So goodbye, Farewell, Adieu.
Sincerely,
The New Me
This poem is about:
Me
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