By Rose K.
Spilling pen.
You’ve kept me away from reality.
Wiped a tear on my face
You kept me from tear
And have not grown worn of this wear.
You’ve kept me warm on the days I shivered
As doom slowly beckoned you still chose to stay.
You kept spilling existence right at my doorstep and neither did I lack.
My anxiety you embraced and together you fought,
Together you forged through the fog
Day and night I confided in you.
Even when I felt that suicide was the best answer, you’d answer me first
You’ve kept me going.
Dear poetry am grateful 🌼🌺🖋️.
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