By The poem below is written in honor of National Minority Mental Health Awareness Month. Surviving is more than just making it to the next morning Surviving requires living It takes work to do the living Because to live requires you to be alive
And suddenly Making it to the next morning does not seem so simple Or easy for that matter People will tell you what a blessing it is to arise every morning But for it to be a blessing You must look to the night as a curse to overcome
I don’t see the night this way I want to sit with her Look so long at the stars Until I figure out what made her this way What caused her to hollow out To the point where only specks of light are left
Come morning The sun blasts its way through darkness People will tell me we are lucky to have arisen again But all I can do is search for the night I want to know where she hides When things seem a bit too shallow
I want to hide with her Listen to the calm in her breath Mimic this so I too can Perfect the art of stillness Without the silence that follows
Everyone talks about how in death You always see a light before going What if the light never comes What if you are stuck in darkness And it is not a single beaming light But instead, thousands and thousands tiny lights Not bright enough to blind you But light enough to illuminate your body
Creating an outline of your silhouette This is surviving To be dead to the world But noticed by her In some alternate universe We give night the love she deserves Not only seen but heard For now I wait Listening for the day I can hear her through