Jul 26
poem 0 comments challenge: CJP-2020

Puzzle pieces

Maybe your mind feels like a tangle of worries,
but there’s a web of invisible hands holding you up.
Maybe your body is a little bit broken,
but we are all putting ourselves back together behind closed doors.

You are not alone.
Let that be your mantra when the voices in your head are screaming too loud.
You are not alone.
Whisper it to yourself when there’s no one else to whisper for you.
You are not alone.
Someone else is going through what you are going through
and we are all putting ourselves back together
a little bit at a time.
It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to be mad.
Let this be your mantra when the tears won’t stop rolling.
It’s okay.
It’s okay.
Maybe it’s not okay.
That’s okay.
You are strong.
You are all you need
to get through this,
to get better,
to get there.
But that wall of invisible hands
is holding you,
holding you,
holding you.
There are other people going through what you’re going through.
If the walls of your brain are about to cave in,
we’ll all donate two-by-fours to hold you up.
If it feels like you can’t take one more breath,
one more step,
reach out your fingers
and feel those invisible hands
reaching right back.
You don’t have to hide your cracks and jagged edges
because they make you beautiful,
and everyone has one or two.
They fit us together like puzzle pieces
we are all 
putting back