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.)