I reached out for help tonight.
Someone trained and willing.
I felt I needed it.
Yet through my time
I felt I was not worth this.
That others needed help more than I.
But I didn't want it to end.
Being able to spill words and stories.
To one outside of my life.
It was worth the calmness I have now.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of thought
PoetryPoems and aspirations of my mind. Sometimes short stories [Not constantly updated]
