They balance on a thin line,
Between sunshine and raindrops,
A rollercoaster of ups and downs,
That resonates deep within their mind.
In moments of pure brilliance,
They bring color to the world,
A vibrant canvas fueled by passion,
Unbound by earthly limitations.
But shadows lurk in every corner,
Where darkness creeps and takes hold,
A weight that pulls them down,
Where sorrow slowly unfolds.
Their heart is a restless wanderer,
Torn between two distant shores,
Searching for calm and solace,
In the midst of raging storms.
Medicines and therapies offer hope,
A lifeline in the turbulent storm,
Yet they still face the tempest,
With a heart that's torn and worn.
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The Language Of Pain
PoetryIn this powerful and deeply personal collection, the poet sheds light on the complexities of mental illness through poignant and evocative poetry. With unflinching honesty and vulnerability, they explore the darkest corners of the human experience...
