Where has the light gone
from your eyes?
Dull,
like the clothes you’re wearing
are dull,
as you attempt to hide yourself away
from the world
in baggy jumpers,
illfitting,
a reflection of how you feel
on the inside,
like this dark room we’re sitting in
is a metaphor for how you feel
on the inside,
there’s no light.
Why did you call me back here?
You ask me if things got better.
I tell you
they did.
They will.
We talk abut life,
about the things you’ll go on to do.
We talk about the good things you’ll accomplish;
- Going to university,
- Getting a degree,
- Running your own business
and you tell me that I’m making you proud,
I’m still no good with compliments.
And then we talk about the bad things that will happen; - Being sectioned
- Not being able to run anymore.
Looking at you
sitting opposite me,
I feel…
sad.
Sad but determined
to create a better life
for future you.
Before I go,
I tell you to hold on.
I tell you to keep going
because what’s waiting for you on the other side is worth it.
Hugging me before I leave,
you say only one thing;
‘thank you,
for the hope.’
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