Goddess of your own wisdom,
you are a foot soldier of mental health and awareness.
Doubters stare at you not because you're an anomaly,
but because you have the courage to admit it.
You say "I have anxiety" instead of "anxiety has me"
and your library is a collection of memoirs on how to survive the world.
You spend hours studying the art of helping yourself, giving birth to others' hope
when they see your pursuit of knowledge, you're desire to not only cope but to conquer.
You are a graduate of the school of positive thought,
a member of the class of I won't sit by anymore.
You are immortal, untouchable when despair comes to steal your power-
you are a scholar experienced in the field of your own psychology.
For as much as you've stumbled, you've ran
and as far as you've ran, you're still here.
You know the language like the back of your hand,
recite it like the lyrics to your favorite song.
You are wise now, fighting off the demons from the high grounds of Olympus
while you watch the sunrise that is the rest of your life.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections on a Window
PoetryUnedited. Raw poetry from the mind of an aspiring author. When it comes to me, it will find its home here. Types and forms of poems will vary.
