Embracing Mental Health

I n the shadows cast, a silent foe does creep, A stigma veiled in darkness, lurking deep. Mental health, the battle within our minds, A topic often ignored, humanity blinds. But hark, my friends, for change is in the air, A poem I scribe to let you all be aware, The stigma's chains, we must break free, For mental health, like any health, should be. In whispers, hushed, these words we rarely say, As if our minds are secrets, locked away, But just as bodies sometimes fall ill, The mind, too, can face its share of uphill. Depression, anxiety, bipolar's range, These are not choices, nor signs of derange. They're struggles faced by many far and near, But judgment's weight, let's aim to clear. See, stigma's grip can shroud the soul, And make the healing journey take its toll. But in unity, we find our strength, To travel roads of any length. Let's understand, let's empathize, Reach out with love, not judgment in our eyes. For those who suffer silen

I n the garden of thoughts, where emotions entwine, A symphony unfolds, the seasons of the mind. Spring whispers hope with petals so kind, Blossoms of joy in a dance designed. The summer of passions, a fervent embrace, Sun-kissed desires, a warm and vibrant space. Embers of dreams in the twilight unwind, Igniting the heart with a love undefined. Autumn arrives with leaves of introspection, Colors of change in a quiet reflection. Falling memories, like leaves they descend, A tapestry woven, the past to amend. Winter's cold breath, a serene hush prevails, A tranquil retreat where silence entails. Snowflakes of wisdom gently descend, Covering scars with a comforting blend. Through the seasons of the mind, we wander, In the labyrinth of thoughts, we ponder. Eternal cycles of growth and decay, A journey within, in the mind's ballet. So let the seasons unfold, let them play, In the theatre of thoughts, night and day. For within the mind's kaleidoscope so grand, We dis

I n the quiet chambers of the mind, Where shadows dance, and fears unwind, Anxiety, a restless tide, does flow, A tempest of emotions, ebb and grow. Like whispers in the dead of night, It wraps its tendrils, pulls so tight, A knot of worry, gnawing at the soul, A never-ending, gaping, gaping hole. The heart, a drum, in frenzied beat, A symphony of worry, oh so fleet, It plays its tune, a haunting song, A melody of doubts, both weak and strong. A storm within, a hurricane of thought, Invisible battles, so dearly fought, The mind, a battlefield, where shadows play, But in the darkest hours, we find our way. For in this struggle, strength is born, In anxious hearts, resilience sworn, We learn to face the darkest night, To find the dawn, to seek the light. Anxiety, a foe, yet also friend, A force that guides us round the bend, To grow, to change, to face our fears, And emerge stronger through the tears. So let us not be defined by dread, But by the courage in our head, For in t

I n shadows deep, where sunlight's scorned, A weary heart, in darkness mourned. Beneath the weight of leaden skies, A whispered plea, a soul that sighs. Yet in this realm of endless night, A glimmer sparks, a hopeful light. Through tear-stained clouds, a silver thread, An eternal dawn, where dreams are bred. Oh, fragile heart, in silence weep, Embrace the wounds that cut so deep. For in the ache of heavy hearts, A symphony of healing starts. Let kindness be the gentle balm, To soothe the storm, bring inner calm. In whispered winds and ocean's tide, Find solace in the world outside. Embrace the echoes of your soul, Each fractured piece can make you whole. In the tapestry of joy and pain, Discover strength, and break the chain. And when the night seems never-ending, Remember, life is ever-bending. For in the darkest, coldest hour, Lies the seed of a newfound flower. "Eternal Dawn" unfolds its wings, A healing hymn, as I hope it sings. Through valleys low and