Depression Is Like A Spider
By Sanya Shah
A spider I've been trying to reach; To throw out the window. It sits in the corner of the ceiling. The visitors are reeling.
Come greet it and say hello; Treat it with kindness.
It's scared to vacate, afraid of falling. The visitor is crawling.
It has become a friend of mine; We share our frozen legs. The blanket it built is far-reaching. My throat is screeching.
By Sanya Shah

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