Learning From Depression
My mind rose,
my heart pose,
and feeling closed-
I managed to dispose
the memory I misdiagnosed.
My perception was so neat,
but that gap threw me out off beat.
Tainted the years with war paint
which freed the saint
that I can't restraint.
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