A Mental Thing

I wrote this poem a year ago to date.

For those of us who drowned

When the water was meant to keep us afloat

For those of us who suffocated

When too much air filled our lungs

For those of us who crashed

When the autopilot lost control

For those of us who wept

When the pain was too much to hold

For those of us who lost sight

When the image was crystal clear

For those of us who couldn’t hear our voice

When it was the only thing you needed to hear

For those of us who went down the wrong path

When everyone told you go right

For those of us who slipped through the cracks

When you tried hard to keep flight

For those of us who shouldn’t have trusted

When your gut screamed run

For those of us who bled dry

When the wounds were no longer the problem

For those of us who’ll feel this way

At this point of time or in some other

For those of us who are in the same boat

Don’t look to us for a promise it’ll get better

There’s no quick fix to put you at ease

Coping is how you save the emotionally ill.

Tedra

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