March 19, 2010

The crash,

My life falling apart,

Everything paused.

I used the time well,

Getting help,

The tools I needed to live.

Support systems,

Made of new friends,

New medication,

New therapist,

New plans.

A stable plan,

For if things went wrong again,

“It will help me, work for me.”

I tell  myself.

The plan seems insignificant now,

A faraway pair of crutches,

Unable to support a fragile body like mine,

Cracked by the smallest pressure.

This will  never fully work.