The Mess

To brave the mess,

I’m called to do,

I must confess,

And that I want to,

With a certain amount

Of quiet and space,

With a certain measure

Of calm and patience.

At the library? you say.

Well, maybe.

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A Second Guess

How do you know

What to do

When you don’t feel quite right,

And you’re not getting through

Life unscathed,

And you can’t really sue?

I wonder

If I should have

Gone to get help

When my empty head

Was playing tricks on me.

I wonder if I should have stayed,

When I had a choice to make.

But was I free to choose?

Family and friends

Supported me.

The doctors were helpful,

So also the nurses,

Some of them, anyway.

I think it was good

That I stuck around,

But the journey was full

Of grief and regret.

Hindsight’s 20/20,

As they say.

Sharing Your Struggles

Silence

Is golden, but costly.

Holding it all in

Can be quite a sin.

Sometimes,

We need to share

Our doubts and fears,

Our dreams and nightmares.

And we need to listen,

To give support,

To extend a hand

In goodwill.

You are important to me,

And I know

I’m important to you.

So I’d like to soothe

Your anxiety.

Let’s be a team

To overcome life’s struggles.