Drops of Hope

Art speaks to the soul

A song, a canvas, a role

Depression may weigh heavy

But through art, may we each find levity.


I like to live

Inside my head 

With the outside world firmly

Locked out, 

Comfort and sanctity,

Continually flowing around me 

Like a winding river

that wraps around it’s jagged protruding rocks

And flows like silk 

Until it reaches the ocean. 


But art can be a dam that slows

a path to cope.

A way to find a glimmer of hope


Yet water still calls, its beauty so clear

A siren’s song, drawing me near

Perhaps one day, I’ll learn to swim

And find my way back to the light within


By Leah Collins

Featured image by Akira Hojo via Unsplash


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