I’m Not Dead

A short story

2 min readJan 8, 2022


  • ^^^ android apps don’t allow me to caption images. This photo I took of a card at Target ^^^

I’m not dead.

I was depressed.

Am depressed.

At times I seem to shake it. Often times I’m consumed.

Stuck in the confines within my head, trying to escape.

I see a light and reach, but feel ashamed as I assume.

Assume others feel my absence and consider I’ve moved.

On to new and better prospects, although I wish were true.

I’m still here. I’m still me. I’m still alive.

Still hoping for the lining of silver.

Looking toward a horizon, so near.

I can feel the ebb and flow of the ocean, so clear.

Drowning out of fear,

I know what I hold dear.

I know I’m a writer. I feel it deep in my soul. I’m here to touch the earth with all that resides inside my thoughts.

Patients is a key element to a writer’s pursuit.

I’m not a poet, nor try to be. I know rhyme is a key element but there I is much more between the lines.

This is not a cry for help. Just a place holder for the time.

You’ll see me soon, within my words. I promise, I am fine.




Amateur writer and full-time mom with a lot of ambition. Lover of coffee, reading, and knowledge. Film & Feline enthusiast. Top writer in Parenting