I feel better when I am able to… Listen to the voice of reason Rather than the voices in my head. Draw back the curtains to allow the sun to stream in, Instead of dwelling on the darkness within Focus on the filigree of a frosted leaf Instead of picking apart each of my problems. Appreciate the tune of the trees in the wind And ignore the call of cynicism Breathe in the new-mown scent of grass and damp evening rose Walk barefoot on a sandy beach, Rather than tread the stony path of solitude Taste the sea spray on my lips Instead of drowning in my own despair Accept comfort from my friends Rather than twist myself further into barbed isolation. Let you hold my hands and lift me to your heart And I accept that I am loved
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