Water Horse Writing Studio

H

Is for help.

Help is not wanted when I am depressed. 

Help seems like the doorway to shame and more pain.

Help is what sane people ask for.

 Help is feared.

         Real help comes when I least expect it.        

          It is the sleep that has been eluded.

It is the appetite that comes back.

It is a surprise visitor that doesn’t know I am depressed.

It is when

I am asked to help

and find that I am able to give it.