A Spider's Thread

February 12, 2015

Depression.

One simple, little word.

Or so many believe.

For others,

it is not a word.

It is a way of life.

A way of struggle.

Bringing oneself to their feet.

Looking up and around,

hoping for a rope.

It is not a rope many find.

Only a delicate thread of spider's silk.

A friend's hand outstretched.

But we grasp and we claw,

up from the pit of despair.

For ourselves.

For others.

To prove ourselves wrong.

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