Invisible horror ...

From the invisible fear of depression

I escaped

Like the same wound every day hurts

The spirit of repeated mind

Even if someone is known

After all I had to fight alone

Without being able to shake off the darkness

I just kept fighting

Also noticing the pleasantness of the sky blueness

It took me a while but I was alive

I gained courage for the powerfulness of weeds

It grows even if it is cut or mowed

I think so whenever I see dandelions

Fly like white cotton-like seeds

Bringing pain and suffering in people's mind

Fly to this blue sky

Flying and fluffy

         The poet ~ Now person ...