The sad truth is
No one else can save you.
You have to dust away the misery.
Darker times behind, darker times ahead
We are endlessly changing.
Facing scattered dreams,
Silent screams.
Bleeding for a thousand reasons.
Rebirth,
The heart beats slow.
Safe in quiet places
Seeking my own comforts,
My own means to stay alive.
Jacqueline Lente Poetry

