I want to sit and ask if you’re okay.
I want to know that you’re alive.
I need to know.
Was it me?
Am I to blame for the pain you’re in?
Did me coming back in your life, destroy what was left of you?
Am I wrong?
Am I right?
I’m barely breathing through the tears and the worry.
I’m hardly able to see the road ahead of us.
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I’m so sorry that you feel the strain
I’m sorry that the mental health that you jokingly thought you were over, subdued you.
I can’t imagine what you’re going through.
I can’t imagine what it would have been like to have been you when he died next to you.
I can’t imagine what terrors you faced as the gun fire assaulted your senses.
I can’t imagine the fear of knowing that any day could have been your last.
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I’m not comparing my mental health to yours.
But I need you to know that on some level, I can relate.
I might not have feared those things.
Instead, I went through a fear of losing you to my stupid decisions.
I went through a terror of knowing that I was the wall between everyone else and me.
I let him break me.
I let him break my spirit and turn me into this broken thing.
I had almost given up on knowing what it was like to be me.
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And somehow…some twist of fate…some interception in time
Led you to reach out to me.
And here we are.
Now I’m worrying over you.
I’m worrying about myself.
There’s so much pain, anger, hatred, so much more
Emotions lingering inside of both of us.
I never knew I could feel this way.
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All I can do today is hope that you’re okay
All I can do is sit back and be patient
One of the hardest things for me to do
Is to sit back and wait…again.
Wait to see if you’re going to be okay.
Wait to see if I’m going to be okay.
How can I heal through this fog of not knowing if you’re going to live?
I want to see your face
Look into those beautiful eyes
And feel that spark of love again.
But everything is so silent.
I don’t know if I’m to blame.
I can’t tell if I’m the reasons you’re not the same.
I'd give anything just to know that you're okay.
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Sometimes writing opens up the soul to healing, learning, and eventually to living again
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Comments (2)
Sometimes certain things happen in our life that wake us up yes, make us aware of things we weren't before. That is not a bad thing at all but a step forward and a step to a new beginning. Right now, it is silent yes. Stifling and smothering but in this silence is where you will find God and yourself again. You just have to be brave enough to listen!! Much love my beautiful sister!
You have masterfully crafted a raw and powerful depiction of the pain, worry, and desperation .. It's really a soul-wrenching poem! I loved it😊