Hold tight.

Turn the key and lock the door.

Lose the key and see the sun, if it was that simple.

The cracks begin to emerge, through the mask you have built for yourself. 

Anxiety rears it’s ugly head, it’s smile all too familiar.

It’s the dark cloud that follows you, embraces you, suffocates you.

Drowning in thin air, thrashing at the wind.

Sweaty palms and short of breath, you run, you hide.

The summers day fast retreating, a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs.

The whimper however is yours. Uttered so meekly.

Collapsed into yourself, the dwarf star.

Trying to shine, trying to smile.

A hand breaks through the night. That of a friend.

The rough weathered skin, somehow smooth against yours.

Lifted effortlessly you take flight, a tear in your eye.

Not a tear of sadness or joy, but one of thanks, the words caught in your throat.

Grip tighter, and dry your eyes. This is for you.

You deserve to smile.