Jesus,
Thank you
For loving me
Enough
To die
A death
I still
Can’t understand
Thank you
For showing up
You show up
In private
You show me
In the secret stillness
That you
Hold me up
When my body fails
And my soul lacks
Even when
I don’t think
I have more
To write
You say
Get to work
As long
As you live
You will type
Because when
You share
You live
You shine
The glimmer
The shimmer
Appear
You will not
Let me fall
Into depression
The constant battle
I have
To be content
In the body
You’ve given me
As soon as you learn you are disabled, you learn you will need help. Mental health help. It’s not an option. It’s a necessity. As much as water, I need help and medication. I won’t apologize for it. Get help if you need it.
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