The Dark Taskmaster. A Stoem

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…