Getting Back On Your Feet

You say you’re going crazy

But you live alone

Sewing the seeds of senility

You say you can’t think straight

But you never finished grieving a loss

Stretching your days of sadness

You say they’re driving you mad

But you don’t leave them alone

Staying within striking distance

You say the days are dragging by

But you’re in a state of transition

Uncertainty can be sinister

You say your dreams haunt you

But that’s just what they do

I’m scared too sometimes

You say you never feel well

But have you stopped to think

You’re as sick as your secrets?

Talk to someone you trust

Listen to the woes of a friend

Others may not genuinely care

For you or even themselves

But don’t make their mistake

Darling, you’re better than that

Someday, and soon I hope

You’ll remember this as the time

You returned to the land of the living

When you got back on your feet