CRISIS

This morning.

The cold air sends a chill through your skin.

Shivering of your bones. 

Trembling hands. 

Struggle to get out of bed.

It is the fear?

Badly want to hide between your blanket. 

Because you feel helpless.

The hope has drifted away.

You are not alone. 

You have endured the pain.

All those people saying, all those whispers.

Those doubts.

It's okay.

You made until this day.

Even the voices still sounding in your mind 

Torturing you.

Encounter them. 

Prove to the world.

Remember this,

you are wonderful as you are.