mental health · poem · poetry · recovery


Healing happens in the in-between

In between each breath

When you decide to take another…

You will.


Healing happens in the dark

In the moments when it doesn’t feel like

It can ever get better…

It does.


Healing happens in the happenstance

In the random moments of life that

Remind you life is worth living…


It is.

It does.

You will.

I don’t care how long it takes

Scream it from the goddamn fucking rooftop

There is a place here for you.

You belong here.


Healing is the pen to the paper that

Writes this poem and reminds me

I am worth it.

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