What shall I speak of?A Poem by Jon Roggie
Want to be a hermit,
and you would think I would be trying not to speak. Another story continuing. Normally quiet, I might be provoked into a ramble, or at least a wistful thought. I think I will talk about the acceptance of depression. Not a light topic. For anyone thinking I am being a touch glib, I am. Time for a glimpse behind the curtain. The next few months will be a torture. Anniversaries. Mom's husband died If anyone is wondering about the phrasing, mom's second husband came around when I was in my twenties. Good guy. A few years ago, I was clearing his airway. Kept him going for awhile. Dad died. This was a year later. All I want to say about that. Both events took a toll. Back to an acceptance of depression. I had been stuck in a continuing moment of self-pity. During the passing events, it opened my eyes. I will always be sad. Those memories will always be there, but so will the other memories.
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3 Reviews Added on July 15, 2018 Last Updated on July 15, 2018 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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