This traffic light inside my head
Is always green and never red.
My thoughts, my dreams, and all my fears,
They all speed past my listening ears.
I close my eyes to block it out,
But inside my head they rush about.
I take a breath to slow it down,
But upon my face appears a frown.
My heart beats fast,
But my breathing slows.
I breathe in life
Then out it goes.
My body's numb,
Yet I feel my tears.
I've lost count of the days,
The months, and the years.
This traffic light
Inside my head...
I'm scared of the day
When it turns red.
Mom With Depression
I wish I could call each of these people whose stories I just read (after reading your poem and story) and say you are making a difference in someone's day whether you get to know it or not!...
Traffic Light
Published: April 2011
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