The mind a deep reservoir
Challenged or otherwise
Challenges it meets

Bridging the gaps
Bracing and braving
The gaping holes

Instinctively and intuitively designed
It knows what it needs
And learns to believe
The dotted line

Say they are okay when they are not.
Hide their sounds of crying from me.
Flinch at the sound of my voice.
Want to be alone when I am around.

For if my child feels the way I feel,
I apologize.
I did not intend for you to experience my childhood.
I never want you to feel the same.

I don’t want you to lie awake,
Being the mother I wasn’t there to be.
Nursing yourself back to dry eyes.
Telling yourself you are okay when you know you aren’t.

I want them to wake me up when they cry,
To know that their mind comes first.
To know that their feelings are valid no matter what.
I need them to know that mental health is invisible but not unnoticed.

Do
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heed natures call
can
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hear souls fall
do
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feel
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rebound.
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wired for sound.