This is for FOWC: Wing and for this prompt about camping. I didn’t really write about camping, exactly, but it helped to inspire this poem. 🙂
Camping out in my head:
Depression resting in its cold bed,
Anxiety building its abode,
Restlessly clipping my wings
So I’m immobilized instead.
This tent is unpleasant to live
In, but true friends as companions
Mean some hope is given.
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It would be cool if a dog could hang out with me.
revivedwriter 
This is a great poem, I could feel the emotion building until the (little) relief at the end. The first line reminded me of Emily Dickinson (maybe because she wrote “I felt a funeral, in my brain”).
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Oh, this is lovely! It does remind me of the importance of friendship. As our Lord said: “Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13)
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