Cool in the moment, out of fashion in the next. Grabbing my phone reaching out with an insane text.
Tired, worn out, shouting for help, starting to pout. Looking for someone to pick me up with a bit of clout.
Where am I, where will I be, why can't I be strong like an oak tree.
Jacuzzi of despair, bath of hope, wandering how I will cope.
Skipping into the unknown, to find my arms waving frantically reaching out in this foggy zone
Fill me with hope, love and care, don't rip me to shreds with bloody tears
Emotional dancing, my feelings my dance floor, time to take control and open that door
Seeking the impossible cure to solve the mystery that is my head. No more hiding because of anxiety strike, no more days quivering in bed.
What is normal it doesn't exist anymore, recognising we're all unique to the core.
As I take my first steps the challenges facing recoveries task, ripping off my mental health mask
A smile starts over the cracks of a desert plain face, sense I have started my journey to a better place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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