How can I reach out for help when the things of me are so unknown?
A sad reality, I've always been quite alone.
Although I've made it this far,
I have no more room to grow.
I want to work with troubled youth, and inspire their crying souls.
But how could I, when I have grown so cold.
One day will I look into their innocence,
exclaiming , " Alas, we have just came face to face, yet your hearts I surely know, you have been the only light to guide me whenever I need a home,"
and from this another guiding light will glow.
About the Creator
Felicia Martinez
My empathy is as deep as earth's oceans, and I am learning to give that to myself. I have CPTSD among other mental health diagnoses. Writing has always been the best outlet for me and now, I challenge myself to share it more openly.
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