stay away . . .
do not intrude . . .
my heart is light with joy . . .
floating free like air . . .
are you the fear creeping . . .
or the pain demanding to invade . . .
whoever you are, you are . . .
unwelcome . . .
you are not going to cripple . . .
or attack the nature of my heart . . .
I refuse to adapt . . .
I will not conform . . .
depression has no place . . .
no place, uninvited . . .
no crashing . . .
I need something to dry these tears . . .
the ones blossoming into smiles . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria