I came across some paper,
It was crumpled, torn and frayed,
Stained with ink and tears,
A tormented artist played,
Their heavy heart and troubled mind,
Had written words so true,
A hidden path into their world,
A reason for their blues,
Inspired by your written words,
I penned one of my own,
To tell you not to worry,
That you will never be alone,
My heavy heart lifted
With the words I wrote,
Flowing without effort,
Upon this tear stained note,
I put this note into the bin,
As I decided to walk away,
To hide the emotion of my soul,
Of where this artist played.
The battle with PTSD and depression, and the stages of overcoming said illness through writing.
