Keep the door unlocked:

When you're in pain

You're alone.

Sometimes you can hear people knocking, but they can't get in.

The door is locked

The windows sealed, the walls made of steel.

It's just you, alone inside the pain.

Sometimes you fight back, you make a move to unlock the door.

You feel like a warrior, your strength endured the pain.

Other times you're weakened by the pain,

A puddle of nothingness, on the cold hard floor, of your mind.

Living in a world of sorrow, being labeled mentally ill, this is ground zero.

This is where the battle begins, your esoteric heart and inscrutable mind will forever suffer in this shallow, cruel world.

It's a smoke screen, a label used to attack.

You my dear, are not mentally ill, you are an extraordinary soul, living in a mentally ill society.

Please try to keep the door unlocked, there are others just like you;

They will whisper to your heart.

Listen for them, when you tune in, they are louder than the noise.

There are days

my heart aches for you.

My mind wanders, out alone.

I get lost.

I want to

return back to you,

To my life,

To my smile.

It hurts, like you've abandoned me.

It's me;

My mind wandered out alone.

Reach out and bring me home.

When the shadows of my mind take over

Spreading like fog

Every noise is intensified, every thought excruciating.

I can't move

The fight feels over

No power behind my punch

No energy

No movement

My strength depleted

Emotionally, mentally, physically

I don't want to hold on

Float me,

Send me out to space

Heart racing

Mind racing

Tumbling through in a dream

Time feels still.

Borderline- stop! Go! Hold on, let go!

Maybe the red feather wasn't anything, all that special.

Birds do lose their feathers now and again, lightly floating, through the air, they tumble along, lost in the wind.

Life has been tumbling me around, lost in a hurricane. I found my hope, the morning I found the feather. Maybe, I'll lose the feather; my hope, once again.

Maybe, I'll stumble across it, as I tumble through this life.

Feathers remind me, always have hope.

Not narcissism-

 Simple self regard 

Complex self respect

Share love

Give respect

Mindfulness is nothing 

And everything

Notice the good

Evade the bad

Open your mind 

Open your mouth 

Let love flow out.

Hurt me.

Stab me in the heart!

Harrowing wound,

Healing feels so good.

Revive,Survive,

Alive.

 Too noble to ponder 

Frivolous games 

Played by fools.

 Kindly, bow down 

While She bravely adjusts her crown; Made from the knives

pierced into her back. 

There's no room in her life

For cowards or fools.

Audacious, and clever

Most properly 

kind

Being scared

Is a lousy excuse

Push that bitch out of the way

And jump

A few crash landings will only

Help you perfect your landing.