When the world comes tumbling down and leaves your life all broken,

it’s hard to pick yourself back up and seek out just a token

of what was once your day to day pattern of existence.

Instead you now must forge ahead with courage and persistence

through endless tears, and fights with those you love with all your heart,

to heal the pain and lick your wounds and make a brand new start.

The voice of doubt and inner fear that what you do is wrong

is hard to shake and rips you up and makes the road too long.

So crumpled in heap upon the ground, too tired to move,

your hopes of ever finding joy again just seem to prove

elusive in the constant battle of pain and endless torrent.

Instead you seek a therapist, who sits and lets you vent.

“One day; one step; keep going,” is a mantra you repeat

impossible to honour when each day you feel defeat.

Words of advice that are no help just make you question why.

“What is the point?” “Who’ll understand?” “Why should I even try?”

But push on through, buck up stand tall, keep faith, believe and toy

with the hope that there will come a day when in your heart is joy.