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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() There is a thread in my head tangled, knotted, tight. Not for splendid apparel. Not for mending a cherished shoe. Not for a life-saving surgery. It gets bigger by the day,
As new threads form, Only to become twisted, mangled. Forming burning coils in my brain. Everytime I try to untie, it gets worse. The knot squeezes, crushes, coils more. My brain screams. Weeks and weeks, Months and months Of worries, doubts. Words spoken, Then taken back. Now I have to admit that I cannot do this by myself. I need a needle that can slip through the knot. A kind gesture, A non judgemental ear. Untangling thread by thread, Until my mind is released From the agonizing mass. And maybe one day, The tangled thread will become instead, A beautiful tapestry, Sewed by that needle Of all that I have endured And the beauty that I have become. Comments are closed.
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