My heart flutters like the wings of a bird
Which until now laid unmoving on its back
At first it shakes and stands without a word
Unsure of its existence or what it lacks
My heart warms much like the sun in the sky
Bathing carefully through a cold winter day
A bird and a sun in darkness passed by
It's been so many years since I've felt this way
Though it might be an impossible thing
Or a slightly small ridiculous notion
I would love to one day hear my heart sing
With nothing but the warmest of emotions
YOU ARE READING
12 Days in the Psych Ward
PoetryThis is a poetry/journal book about my experience in the Psych Ward. It's all true accounts with names changed for privacy. I wrote this while in the ward, except for the last day. Please take care in reading. If topics of suicide, depression, rap...
