Whole

Do not let her cry alone,

do not sing the blues

do not call names 

in anger that consumes.

She walks with your hate and her fear

no energy left to battle on. 

Wish it would stop but knows it won’t 

not till her numbered days come.

All her jumbled feelings muddle 

all the doubt and worthless bouts.

Do not let her cry alone, no.

For she may never come out whole.

She may never come at all.

(A poem that may not be much, but with it is the truth that you never know the demons one battles alone, so be kind, be wise, and most of all, ask that important question ‘Are you okay?’) it’s not mental health week but here’s to caring anyway. 

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