Admission Day

by H.b. Woods about a year ago in social commentary

A Poem

Admission Day

Admission Day

a trigger has hit me today

straight through my airway

swaying into my veins

I don’t know what to say

deciphering, should I cry or pray

or should I just write all day

I was almost midway

of healing or running away

this medicine is failing me

or is it the devil playing games

my spirit is slipping away

lightning grazing my face

my energy is far away

who can also relate

when you have always embraced the grenade

no guidelines to prevail the await

of the everlasting thing we call checkmate

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H.b. Woods

I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily.  I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues.    Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.

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