Poem 2 pt. 1 #Poetry #MentalHealth #Writing

In life's turmoil, we reach out, our friendships unstable,
Depression wraps us, drowning joy, sadness’ fable
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Existentially dread, pressing questions ever binding.
Solitude our companion during night’s unwinding.
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Islands we are, through isolation’s turbulent river,
Regrets whisper past failures, sent through a quiver.
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Yet, in deep despair, pulses a stubborn hope,
Love, a light in darkness, helping us cope.
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Poem 2. Pt. 2

Love, the cure for dread and lonely times,
Found not in barren echoes, but in other’s chimes.
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A faint path emerges from the maze of despair,
Don't regress from what heals us; friendship, love, care.
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But, energy wanes, motivation disappears,
Life becomes a haze, directions unclear.
Day to day tasks, mountains tall,
Life loses wind, in despair; fall.
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Yet, against the shadow, we strive, no longer conceding; alive.
As the phoenix: revitalize, invigorate, embrace, thrive.

We should make Mastodon accessible to non-programmers to get people on board.

We should also set up a Kickstarter Marketing fund for Mastadon.

A FAQ section. An easy mode to grow the community.