APRIL MORNINGS

APRIL MORNINGS

This article is an instalment of MUSE Magazine’s Mental Health Theme Week, taking place from October 25th to October 30th, 2021. 

 

TRIGGER WARNING: ARTICLE CONTAINS DISCUSSIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH, MENTAL ILLNESS, AND SUICIDE, WHICH MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR SOME READERS. 

 

DISCLAIMER: THE AUTHOR WANTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE AND MAKE IT KNOW THAT THESE ARE THEIR PERSONAL EXPERIENCES. THE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE TO RECOGNIZE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE OTHER EXPERIENCES AND THAT NO TWO PEOPLE ARE THE SAME. 

 

April Mornings

By: Sasha Lechtzier

 

I want to wake up unshaken

They say it’s only time 

 

On the hardest of mornings 

And the day after that 

It’s the darks voice I hear that calls and responds 

 

The rain is not to blame 

It’s April and it’s warm 

The sun will make the green even greener 

But I am not reminded 

 

The quiet days are gone

Instead, I can hear people calling out my name

 

Come out, they say 

Come play, they say 

But I have no intention of responding  

 

I wake up every morning to fight the same demon 

That left me so tired the night before 

 

If hair is dead how does it keep growing?

Can I keep growing?

Do I want to keep growing? 

 

Everything arrives too late except in the movies,

It’s all too good to be true

The princess finds her missing slipper 

And you’re supposed to believe that could happen to you 

 

But it won’t happen to you

And if it does it will be days, months, years too late

 

The thing is no one told us we’d all grow up to be orphans 

In a lost and confusing world 

Disconnected from the people who matter most

 

To be alive in this world means to actually be born 

To show the world who you are

To say you’ll fight the appearance they all want you to put on

I guess you could say I missed that part

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