Drowning in an ocean,
The thoughts flooding.


Filling me up, yet leaving empty,
A paradox this all has been.


The sense of filling, leaving me hollow,
I was lost.


Lost beyond measure,
Waiting to be found.


For once I needed help,
My silence a loud scream,
But failed to be heard.


The scream was deafening,
But it fell in dead ears.


I waited, longed even,
But worthless.


With a heavy heart,
I rose up, again!


No one was gonna come to rescue,
I had to save myself.


With new determination I lunged,
Standing erect,myself a new sign of hope.


For all those hopeless people out there,
I am my own savior!

 

A poem a wonderful friend had written so I thought I’d share it. Because I think alot of people out there need to know that sometimes you need to be your own hero. ๐Ÿ™‚ No matter how much your scary thoughts, strangle your mind. Or when your heart is stuck in quick sand of emotions. You must rise, and be your own savior. Always believe in hope.

(Spread hope generouslyย  โคย  but never foolishly, ๐Ÿ˜›ย  because hope is medicine. ๐Ÿ˜€ When taken as prescribed never hurts. But otherwise has side effects. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ )

 

INKY

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