#8 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis
Wrote this on a lark when a friend complained that I did everything "just now" with my poem writing. :P
This moment is precious.
This moment is peace.
This moment is hope, and kindness, and light.
This moment is sadness.
This moment is despair and darkness, yet life.
This moment is kindness.
This moment is the march of love amongst the stars themselves.
This moment is you.
This moment is now.
Written on and trod on and walked on and stepped, Crying for all the wrong reasons. Collapsing and crushing and weeping and wept, Stepped on for all the wrong reasons. Because we can't stand up for ourselves. Because we can't defend... We're...
The body remembers; the soul forgets; she cannot withstand the pain. She cannot protect; can't even remember; her very own special name. She dares not look up; She dares not look down, in fear of what eyes will see. She cannot look...
How do I even explain the horror? How do I explain the fear? How do I laugh in despair and communicate how I really feel? From bouts so dark I knew not depths to poor, abandoned child, you did much damage to yourself your anger became...