Mental Health

The tossing and turning at every sound  
The rolling emotions the dream would bring  
Every fiber of your being  
Had picked up the broken pieces  
All the spaces you were afraid to dwell  
In your mind  
All the lines you’ve heard over and over  
Your thoughts that led you to dread  
Right before bed  
The closet you was afraid to open  
Now a light is shown  
You are not alone  
Your inner demons,  
made peace  
It’s the least  
You can do, for it is all brand new  
You knew yourself little  
And was not as brave as the front you put on  
You was also afraid to bond  
To the people you loved most  
rest in the fact  
That life doesn’t have an easy hack  
Or a shelf of wealth  
All that matters now is your mental health