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
About the Creator
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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