We Are All So Good at Smiling

by Amber McBride

My point is that a leaf knows it’s important, at all moments of its life even when it is broken. People always forget that a rough day, a bad year— doesn’t equal a bad life.

God blistered & bothered in the stars saying, How about a mind plague for humankind? We could call it Clinical Depression.

Inferno has a tier of Hell for Suicides which is horrible & should be illegal because a mind is still a mind without endorphins. There are ripples in depression. It’s not all or nothing. It’s not their fault.

Faerry points at my neck. Sorrow left its fingerprints on you. It always does, doesn’t it?

Remember you don’t have to be brave, you lived, you are (both) already bravery itself.

Do you understand now (reader)? There is someone out there rooting for you. You are not alone, in any Forest. You there, hello, bonjour, hola— we are rooting, cheering for you to live & thrive.