Art by MichelleMarie
I met him in the valley
I met the shadow of death
I really didn’t care much
for me was nothing left
I’d all but lost my mind
I really didn’t care
I met him in the valley
He seemed to keep me there
The face it seemed familiar
But sometimes it would change
It really did not matter
I know this might sound strange
I did not realize how deep I had gone
Till I realized there was no light
He removed his mask in comfort
It was then I felt the fright
I danced with the darkness
he gave me a new name
my name is HAD
Tell Me About It 
Rhythmic writing, beautiful art work. Also welcome to visit my travel – lifestyle blog – thanks
https://etravelersclub.wordpress.com
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Hello thank you so much for you visit and comment. I will for sure visit you. 🦋🌼
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie and commented:
Another awesome post from Michelle Marie
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so true,,we’ve been had
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This poem gave me shivers when you read it to me last night and again as I read it here on your blog. The good shivers. To me, it describes the exact slide I make into the valley of depression and I just love how Pink is a ladder I have been using to climb out of the blackness these last few months…Pink does heal and we are the proof. Love you, thank you.
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Yes, we do and it is amazing how much more women accomplish when we all pull together and cheer each other on!
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Wow! That was really good and deep.
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Sleep well 🙂
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