Hope
To be by myself
Is all ive ever known
Ive become my own roadblock
And my deprivation is shown
I become quicksand
And wiggle to go under
Then i hear a sound
And the rope sounded like thunder
My help was there
To help me climb out
But it was my choice
Whether or not to shout
Again and again
I grabbed and lt gp
My mind said im fine
But i was so low
This time i grabbed
And pulled myself away
My hope for my future
My mind is finally at bay
This poem is about:
Me
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