The heart speaks louder than the shaking voices of victims who didn’t know how to handle mental illness.
But even as your heart hammers against your chest,
Don’t be afraid to speak.
Surround yourself with supportive people.
Paint the town in wise words you’ve learned from your situation.
Sing the song of your triumph after the storm has passed.
Let the liberation of self-expression run through the flesh,
The very blood stream that connects to a healthy heart.
A beat that was once an unsettled qualm,
Is now a beautiful, steady rhythm
That feeds an honest self-awareness.
Your health is a priority.
Your health is a priority
Even before grades and schoolwork,
Nagging tasks and unfinished papers.
You are free to prioritize yourself,
Polish the best version of your personality.
You are not your disorder,
You are a living triumph,
A beautiful song that continues to play
Even after the drumbeat of your heart has grown weary.
You will wake up to another day
When you will expand your lungs to fill them with oxygen.
How amazing is this freedom?
Between this inhale
And the next exhale
Is the greatest liberation I know.
And the heart
Are no longer weighed down by shackles.
Rather, they have grown stronger from having carried them for so long.
So parade in this wonderful freedom.
Beautiful green and blue veins ignite euphoria,
A liveliness once unknown.
Red blood traveling through the temples,
And eventually to the mind.
Tears of joy collect along your eyelid,
Tipping over the edge slowly.
You are free.
A living triumph,
A walking warrior,