When the petals died and the stem drooped,
I slept
Sleeping beauty sleep
I awoke to gold
Light too bright
You offered me a dim corner
When you drooped and died,
Gold was gilded with light
There is no sleeping beauty sleep now
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
June 10, 2014 in Depression: moderate, grief, Mourning, Poem, Reflection | Tags: beauty sleep, bindo, dark, died, dim, drooped, flower analogy, gold, grief, harbor, light, lights too bright, loss, Poem, sleep, sleeping beauty
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