Days when it feels like it’s too much
Days I do t want to get out of bed
Put on clean clothes; breakfast
Some kind of self care
Rendering my state of fear
Generally state of hopelessness
So far deep inside
I’ll isolate
On those day
During those weeks
Enduring those months
Fighting tooth and nail to remain afloat
It’s sometimes painful to just exist
Torn between wanting it to stop
Or asking for a safe space
No judgement
No consequences
But here’s the thing about hope.
It can claw its way up our veins
Somehow gives up courage
To to do the hard stuff
Convincing us to stay
Relief following an emotional release
And not bury ourselves to how we’re feeling
Hope is unexpected
And we’re not to blame for needing it
Because it’s how we don’t feel alone
How I don’t feel alone.
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