They are here for me,
a soft blanket of comfort, love
amidst a world of pain.
My heart hurts,
and my legs fail beneath me,
but their hands hold me up
stable, secure,
not letting me spiral and fall.
Surrounded by open hearts
and open arms,
they clasp me tightly,
shielding me, protecting me
from harm.
In times like this,
how can I let myself break
when I have so many people
behind me?
YOU ARE READING
still surviving
PoetryA collection of poems and diary entries from the diary of a girl with mental illness. These are the words unspoken, the raw reality of fighting against your own mind in the battle for recovery. Some content may be triggering for some readers, partic...
