Thoughts of...hope

Lexi

I used to wish to be freed,

From the jail I called my head.

My unpredictable and never ending  thoughts were killing me,

All I could feel was dread.

I no longer felt very motivated,

I couldn’t even get out of bed.

When somebody tried to drag me down the wrong path,

I simply let myself be led.

So whenever I got in trouble, I didn’t care,

Nothing seemed to matter anymore 

A authentic honest smile from me became rare,

“I’m okay” suddenly was my biggest said lie,

My emotions were a topic  I’d never share.

Every time I was forced to talk,

I’d always feel exposed, my soul  bare.

I grew so desperate, I started to pray to the God I never believed in

Asked Him to make someone to take away the pain

Never thought he would actually listen,

He reminded me that there’s always a rainbow at the end of the rain.

Lets just say I no longer feel the need to blast the song

Love the Way You Lie while crying and staring out the windowpane.

Still things aren’t perfect,I still have those days when I feel down, 

My hopes for a better future got me thru my past

So I know they will get me through the future,

I’ve yet to reach first place, but I”m not in last,

We’ve all got things we struggle with, 

Remember you don’t gotta make it rain just cus of your forecast.

Yeah, we gotta keep going, 

til we cross the finish line,

We have the power to win,

There isn’t a deadline.

You won’t always feel like putting a smile on your face,

But if you believe in yourself and do the work, you’ll be on cloud nine.

  • Author: Bookgirl (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2024 10:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem when I was reflecting on my mental health journey and the struggles I endured but persevered. Let me know what you think!
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Cassie58

    Yes, a story of personal struggle. You persevered and it is paying off. Way to go. A poem of inner strength.



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