Keep the door unlocked:
When you're in pain
Sometimes you can hear people knocking, but they can't get in.
The door is locked
The windows sealed, the walls made of steel.
It's just you, alone inside the pain.
Sometimes you fight back, you make a move to unlock the door.
You feel like a warrior, your strength endured the pain.
Other times you're weakened by the pain,
A puddle of nothingness, on the cold hard floor, of your mind.
Living in a world of sorrow, being labeled mentally ill, this is ground zero.
This is where the battle begins, your esoteric heart and inscrutable mind will forever suffer in this shallow, cruel world.
It's a smoke screen, a label used to attack.
You my dear, are not mentally ill, you are an extraordinary soul, living in a mentally ill society.
Please try to keep the door unlocked, there are others just like you;
They will whisper to your heart.
Listen for them, when you tune in, they are louder than the noise.
When darkness comes
When the shadows of my mind take over
Spreading like fog
Every noise is intensified, every thought excruciating.
I can't move
The fight feels over
No power behind my punch
My strength depleted
Emotionally, mentally, physically
I don't want to hold on
Send me out to space
Tumbling through in a dream
Time feels still.
Borderline- stop! Go! Hold on, let go!
Maybe the red feather wasn't anything, all that special.
Birds do lose their feathers now and again, lightly floating, through the air, they tumble along, lost in the wind.
Life has been tumbling me around, lost in a hurricane. I found my hope, the morning I found the feather. Maybe, I'll lose the feather; my hope, once again.
Maybe, I'll stumble across it, as I tumble through this life.
Feathers remind me, always have hope.