Start
I am at the start again where it all began.
I have been pushed way back to the point where it seems like putting my foot on the gas is a waste of time.
The light has turned green but my mind is still on red.
It Already has stopped moving on only to get back to the where I am.
I can get off the brake but then I am scared I don't know where I will go.
I have lost my control to steer.
For depression is now control of the wheel and wont let go.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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