Your Mental Health - A Handbook of Sorts

Your Mental Health – A Handbook of Sorts

You should not always believe the things that you think

That emotional wave beneath which you sink

is often not exactly what it appears to be.

In your mind a demon ringmaster hides,

a ruminating fiend that often presides.

And feelings you feel may not be what they seem

There is a malevolent game being played out here,

an internal ghoul creating a labyrinth of fear.

But because an idea lingers on, does not mean it is real.

Those voices tell you that you are nothing,

‘You aren’t and can never be enough’ they sing.

But they lie, these great pretenders, how they lie

You are enough, more than precious as you are.

There will be healing, and it may not be that far

Hold on my friend, hold on and hold tight.

You can find your way home, onward, ahead

A new beginning will emerge, a thread

that will weave, repair and restitch.

This road though is not for the faint-hearted.

To reach the end you achieve much; supported.

Get armed to the teeth, find physic and find steel

The fragments you are now, will come back together

Not quite as they were, but will come back together.

You will reform, piece by beautiful piece

And you will be enough. You will always be enough.