When the shadows close in
When you feel closed in
When breathing feels so difficult
When holding your head up is tiring
When doubts consume your thoughts
When your chest feels caged
When your mind seems full and blank
When nothing and everything matters
These times might seem far apart
These times might seem never ending
These times might be a recurring reality
These times might hurt to imagine
These times might never be understood
These times might never be spoken of
Never forget… I’m always there
I’m holding you up
I’m the low whisper
I’m behind the hesitation
I’m that incredulous laugh
I’m that feeling pulling at you to remain
I’m the blurry hope
I’m here… I’m there. I AM.
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