Life and it's allergies.

Depression is dance.

When my allergy to life flares up,

I retreat when it gets to much.

My eyes burn and my nose runs,

My skin crawls and I grow numb.

I center myself and prepare for the storm,

I keep myself warm and just try to hold on.

The chaos and madness that starts to surround me,

I let it go on and it's okay let it hound me.

As I suffer with this dance that tends to surrounds me,

I know I can beat it and not let it drown me.

And when it is done and I can see what surrounds me,

I open my heart and know love has found me.

Author's Note

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