Prompt: What you wish you could say to
someone.
I wrote this one to myself. If you've
been following my poems this month, you'll see that several of them
deal with anxiety. I've been using my poetry to work some things out.
It's been hard to put my poems out there publicly because it feels so
self centred and scary, but I'm doing it anyway. Maybe it will help
with the stigma or help someone understand or realize they're not
alone.
April 12/13
Be Gentle
Be gentle with yourself.
Hardness creates gruff edges,
Jagged teeth and prickly moods.
Not even you can stand yourself then.
Really, there is nothing that can't be
solved,
That doesn't have a silver lining,
Or work out for the best,
In the end.
Though, if you look, usually it gets
better
By the middle.
But if the worst does happen,
You have friends and family,
Amazing people,
Waiting with a helping hand.
It's not a weakness to
Rely on them when need be.
And even if it is, so what?
Everyone needs help,
Especially when they are ill.
This is simply a different kind of
sick,
One that doesn't involve fevers or
rashes,
Broken bones or any other outward sign.
Clenched up panic and fear,
Stomach churning, heart pounding
tension,
Tears, headaches and feeling blue
Are Real.
They don't make you less worthy,
important, amazing.
So be gentle with yourself.
Do a little bit everyday
And that will be enough.
Baby steps are the way to go
So long as you are true to yourself
And follow your dreams.
But most of all,
Love yourself for who you are.
