Mental ICU After Mental CPR

Unaware of last warning signs informing,

'No longer intent on dying, only exhausted by the need to breathe.'

Toxic thoughts though dangerous have an antidote;

some reversal elixir given in even less than ideal circumstances can work,

give just enough window to stabilize.

But futility…

is a sunken-eyed suffocating half-being slouched against the back corner wall

offering neither protest nor praise.

When life hangs in the balance,

rescue efforts help most if you do too.

Even one-eighth ounce of meager fight retains precious riot

imperceptibly moving

from cliff edges that close to oblivion.

Striking out at saviors and phantom pain

with opaque recognition—even of oneself.

Swiping at distortions.

Surrounded by detritus.

Still alive.

Blink once for yes.

Excessive questions foster recoil.

Blink as long as you can hear me,

can remember who you are,

if it’s okay to hold your hand,

hold your heart,

beat blood and spirit circulation to vital organs ‘til stable.

I promise recovery comes in time

but this love is a universal constant.

The companion allowing everything you need to be

until whole

and you again.

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