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  • I feel so depressed
    When I’m writing the blues
    I am reminded there is so much
    that weighs me down
    when I try to rise above my pain
    my protective bubble deflates again.

    I feel so depressed
    When I’m writing the blues
    the burden of being
    a mother weighs me down
    my children now grown
    like me to always be around.

    I feel so depressed
    When I’m writing the blues
    I feel someone else is in my shoes
    I’m not just a mother I’m
    An artist too. I want the
    Freedom to shine through.

    (I painted this scene of trees silhouetted against a moonlight sky, from a photo I took whilst waiting for a bus in Nairn, in the Highlands of Scotland at 4 pm.)
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