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DEPRESSION by Veronica Carpenter


Depression

Here goes my vulnerability
A heart on a sleeve
The typical person who looks at me
May not see the same me that I live with daily
The mind in the air, swirling with possibility
When the darkness rallies/gathers/swirls
When I am left to solitude
This paper-thin garb unzips
Here comes depression          

No I don’t want to advertise
So flash a smile
Those who are close get to see
Through the veil, it’s really not that thick
Circumstances in life like to stab at the rib
Stumble, fall behind the door
Shut out the world
Feelings well and weigh down
Strength hidden deep in the core
So deep that sometimes it’s forgotten
Here comes the darkness
My old friend
Sweeping through my every move 
Doubts, fears, un-named masked men
Oozing like honey, sticking to everything

Patience is required to get on this ride
There is a cycle but its pattern is unknown
Slowly my gift will unwrap itself
Stay on the path
Coming back to that which never truly left me
Just laid sleeping out of exhaustion from the fight
Dormant in winter, waiting for the thaw
Light is coming through the cracks
Crevices buried beneath the shadow

Not everyone needs to know of the sadness that swells
Walking this earth with a sensitive heart is a trying feat
War torn from the emotional battlefield
More like a minefield
But this work is mandatory
I don’t have a choice



Veronica Carpenter is a 37 year old Philadelphia native who currently resides in Audubon NJ. She is an experienced student and teacher of yoga for many years. Her passion lies in spreading yoga to people of all abilities, in conducting relationship based therapy with children on the autism spectrum, and in being on a daily spiritual truth-seeking path.  She began writing poetry in high school and will periodically write when feeling inspired. Veronica has gone through many recent struggles with circumstances in her life, however she is aiming to continue to move forward, learn lessons, and possibly help others who may also deal with struggles of their own.




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  1. UnknownAugust 27, 2018 at 3:16 AM

    very well written veronica. if you can recommend any yog instructors that teach with a similar philosophy as yours, i would apprexiate it. or how to find one. thx. take care.

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    1. Veronica CarpenterJanuary 3, 2025 at 5:06 PM

      I'm so sorry that I never saw this comment. If this finds you, you can find and practice with me at www.blissfulbutterflyyoga.com with love, Veronica

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