ambushed

Within it thrived;

What self help had chopped off.

Inactive it lay; what had been talked to death.

Like a rash it appeared;

random.

What therapy assured gone.

Disguised as self esteem;

it chocked all relationships that begged to be heard

Ambushed again;

we are powerless against,

what anti-depressants  cured.

© Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2003.

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