It’s Easy to See
It’s easy to see the break
The bruise and cut
Much harder to see the ache
Especially when behind the eyes
Or suffocated by a heavy heart
I wish I could hold you
Through the layers of cotton wool
Which surround your fragile nest
A home made for one
To get through would mean
Pulling it apart, but doing so
Runs the risk of hurting you
So know that I am here
To help you dismantle when ready
And to sit, wait and love you
While you are not
Thoughts
Mental health is like these icicles.
Strong yet fragile.
Able to pierce the heart and melt.
Beautiful yet cold.
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