untitled poem

The first person who listened when you felt unheard,

The courage you found to utter a word,

From hearing another share their strife,

The colors woven into their tapestry of life

Admitting you find it difficult to cry

So often you feel you're just getting by

Hanging on by the tips of your fingers

Fear and doubt - it lingers

From all the days long ago

When you didn't know

Didn't know you were barely alive

Struggling every second to survive

Dreading the start of every day

Losing hope along the way

Then, the first person listened to you speak

And suddenly you didn't feel like a freak

Or you find the courage to stand

Or someone reaches out a helping hand

You have value and deserve to be heard