When all your thoughts are sad and lonely
When all your pains feel way too much
When every bit of happiness is tainted
When every bit of joy has dissipated
Know that you are not alone
In mind and spirit
I've been there, I know how you feel
Though our battles are different
and our wars unique
We've all faced those shadows
The kind that loom over you
That follow you, stalk you
that keep you wide awake
That stop you from rising
Some are still under their cloak
Suffering in silence
Some have come into the light
Know that you are not alone
In mind and spirit
I've been there, I know how you feel
Though our battles are different
and our wars unique
We've all faced those shadows
Know that you are not alone
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Hope this helps someone...anyone
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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Really good.
Thank you for writing these poems!! I’m thinking it might be the theme of the next poetry book!!
Good one Paul! “That stop you from rising!” - indeed.. 👏
This felt very reassuring and positive. Like Shirley said below, it was like a warm hug. Loved your poem! 🍩🥐
It's like getting a hug....great poem
"We've all faced those shadows" I love how you said this early on and towards the end, bringing it full circle. <3 Beautiful poem <3 I hope to see it in your next "Accidental Poet" volume😌
Misery does love company. Well said, Paul.
Leaving a heart🤍🖤💙
This was perfect, thanks Paul!
I needed this. Thank you.