Created: March 31, 2023, 11:45 am

I know it mad early in the morning but hush. The therapy session was mad boring. today so I wrote.

In the depths of a heart so bleak,
Lies a sadness that we cannot speak.
A heavy weight that drags him down,
Like a shipwrecked sailor, he will drown.

He's lost in a storm that won't abate,
His mind a labyrinth, a twisted state.
His thoughts like tangled vines that choke,
A haunted house with doors unopened.

We try to reach him, to break the spell,
But he's locked inside his personal hell.
Like a flower in winter, his heart is frozen,
A prisoner of his own emotions.

We watch him fade, a shadow of himself,
Like a painting on an old bookshelf.
But we hold on, we won't let him go,
We'll be his anchor in the ebb and flow.

We'll wrap him in love, like a warm embrace,
And light a fire in this cold, dark place.
We'll be his compass, his guiding star,
And wall ith him, wherever he goes, near or far.

For we know that with time, the sun will rise,
And the darkness will fade, like a butterfly's disguise.
And he'll spread his wings and soar above,
Like a phoenix, reborn in the light of love.