at one point
at one point, it took so long to finally dig my way out
& i did it on my own; not with a single yell, scream or shout
at one point of it all i started to disappear under the weight i carried
interred, obscured... buried.
at one point, even if you saw me, there was no way of you telling
that i was close to drowning, even though i kept on swimming
at one point i would stop and just float on the surface of it all
giving myself time to halt, hamper... stall.
this state of mind i'm in, is what i've worked tirelessly to earn
& i've finally reached that point of no return.
* For National Suicide Prevention Month *
remember, you are loved 🤍
YOU ARE READING
All the words I've wanted to say but couldn't.
PuisiEvery poem posted will be non-fictional and very dear to me. I choose to write poems about situations I've been through whether past or present. Entries aren't categorized or posted in any specific order. I am still learning, so many will be awful...
