Hope Poem

I’ve struggled with my mental health for a long time now, and like anything, there are good days and bad days. But even at my lowest points, I try and remember the things I have already survived. I try and remind myself that every cracking sinew is just a moment in time.

Ultimately, no matter how desperate I’ve felt, no matter how unsurvivable the breakdown may seem, the surface of the water is always reachable, eventually. Sometimes you just need to hold your breath a little longer.

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There Is An End To This

© more by Blake Auden

Published: April 28, 2021

There is
an end to this,
I promise you.
Even when
it feels like
you’re breathing
Lungfuls
of water,
the surface
is closer
than you think.

ABOUT THE POET:

Blake Auden is a poet and lyricist based in Brighton, UK. His debut book Tell the Birds She’s Gone is now on its third print run, and his second collection, Beekeeper, was released in September 2020.

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