A Poem About Depression

A, here's a poem that that comes from am, depression. Ah, it's called heart work. The person named viva in this poem is my younger daughter. My sorrow too, which grew large through summer, feels to me this morning as though if i touched it, were the thick, dark stem of it is joined to the root, it would release itself whole. It would be something i could use. ah, did you bring any other things that you'd like to reada, i did. Im happy with what you've done, but if im also happy to hear some more. Yes. Let me, am, see if i can can read another poem or two