Support Class
Words like knives carving thoughts into the pages of my life Like scattered scraps of paper torn and fluttering in the wind So too am I temporary and fleeting
Like fingers pulling back and tearing at a lockbox of treasures The tendrils scratching and aggressively tugging at my heart It makes me feel wanted
The thoughts and feelings and memories and doting and loving phrases echo in my mind ceaselessly to remind me that I am better and more whole than I was before And when I look up into the stars and see them shining back at me it is a reminder that I am a small and insignificant being, but that I am wanted and loved and cared for all the same And maybe when it's thoughts like this I don't feel so alone and afraid And maybe I can learn for myself to love who I have become again
We fall into these traps like moths and flies sinking deeply Desperately clawing and bemoaning our woes and fears But it's not too late
Fight, bite, bark, and resist the plagues in your own self conscious I am the protagonist of my own hopes, dreams, and desires And you all are my support