A Way Out

Way back

Way way back

In the darkest of times

In the dark

In the night

Of my mind

In the screams

In the terror

I found a pen

And paper

Wrote down my feelings

About

School

Home

Worldly stuff

My tears made ink

My screams made words

Everything was clear

I showed my mom

I was proud

Again

She got

Other people

Involved

People named therepy

People named meds

And meditation

And suddenly

Smile

This poem is about: 
Me

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