Hey. I'm not such a fan of this piece, but my friend is struggling at the moment, and this is an important message she needs to hear. Prepare yourself for some cringe but also hopefully a little bit of truth.
This is for my friend and anyone else who needs it:)
23rd November 2017, ten past ten
A lot of the times
you will have to stand by yourself
in a crowded room.
You will be ignored.
Misheard.
Not heard at all.
A lot of the times
you will have to fend for yourself
in a swarm of misjudgement.
You will be your own saviour,
your own hero
When no one else could.
A lot of the times
you will be, oh, so alone.
Your friends will turn on you.
You'll lose yourself
you won't be found.
A lot of the times,
but not every time.
Sometimes
a hand will hold yours in the darkest room.
a hand will guide you back to shore.
a hand will comfort you and dry your tears.
Sometimes
you will be right.
You will be heard
You will be forgiven.
Sometimes
when you know you can't go on
when you least expect it
when you've been alone for, oh, so long
Then sometimes,
You won't have to be alone for any longer.
You must wait for that sometime.
You must find the hand that is yours to hold.
You must cry the tears so that they can be dried.
You must feel the pain so that you can thrive.
Sometimes
you will burst
but not on your own.
Sometimes
you will forget how it felt
to be,
oh,
so alone.
YOU ARE READING
blurr.
PoetryThis is my heart spilled onto pages, don't get too caught up in the mess.
