Country of Origin: United States of America
some days are tidal waves
knocking me breathless
i gasp for air that won’t fill my lungs
drowning in the waters of worry
other days
i drift gently as a feather
floating on winds of hope
i bask in the warmth of joy
soaking in calm
healing is not linear
progress flows and ebbs like tides
some days i slip beneath the surface
fighting to stay afloat
other days
i soar high above the darkness
seeing light ahead
i breathe easier knowing
the low tides always recede
i softly embrace my broken spirit
cradle myself with kindness
mend slowly with care
fill its cracks with gold
i honor the darkness
for without it
i would not recognize the light
pain bears gifts if i am open
today i will walk gently
bare feet grounded on earth
heart open to sky
receiving whatever comes
with arms stretched wide
Thank you to Apurva Makashir and Tanvi Sethi for their inspired edits on this piece and everyone else on the Mental Health team.
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