He struck my family, this Taskmaster

My son, my daughter, my husband

 

We all felt the ripple

As autumn was dropping leaves

Surrounded by them all

I almost could not breathe

 

I asked for strength and courage

As I became the leaning post

Keep me sane and nourished

With support, I need the most

 

I planned for Spring and Summer

And taught myself to play

Skill and tolerance held me firm

My family, live another day

 

A true story and poem about depression…

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