Seven days home,
One month of no harm done,
Look at me go,
I feel like I've won.
The battle is just beginning,
Now that I am here,
I must learn to love myself,
That much is clear.
The thoughts still persist,
Especially in the night,
Yet I will defeat them,
Because I know what is right.
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Whispers in the Wind - A Poetry Recovery Journal
PoetryI will be documenting my recovery from various mental health struggles, as well as processing through my time in psych hospitals through the free-verse poetry in this book.
