I called the therapist 4 times
Not just once ..
There words triggered my head like actual guns
Then I hit the suicide hot-line twice
Because I had been told it's better there in paradise
But no one answered
I felt that I'm not fitting into their standards
I'm tired and I'm ready to give up
Knowing the only thing I want to seek is heading to the top
I mean the sky ... you know
A heavenly work of art
With the lord's words formed from
constellations ... I saw
I'm tired let me go .
He refused
He pulled me from free falling into the wrecks of my procrastination and illness
Then whispered: « one more day ... just try on more day and I'll be with you «
The non-audible voice
Planted seeds of rejoice
Without me realizing salvation was a Gift and a choice
Throwback to the day I called on his name the moment I heard the praises of them choir boys
That music has never left my head
A constant hum of tranquility honoring the one rising from the dead .
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
