A Poem on how to help your friend through anxiety and depression called Safehouse
Pick up the phone, I don’t care about your tone,
You can whimper, scream, wail or moan.
My arms are open wide, so just fall inside,
You can break into pieces when we collide.
If you want.
I’ll tell you about a place, where the dragons breathe Ice,
And kingdoms are run by educated mice.
We’ll search for adventure in the pages of the land,
Visit cliff edge taverns and castles grand.
Or we’ll call for some booze, and call for some food,
Watch a comedy show that’s borderline lewd.
And then we’ll take my bowl, clean, mix and roll,
Spark, puff, puff, take a long drag and hold.
And let go.
We can stare out the window, and lose track of time,
While you uncontrollably giggle at my mime.
We'll think about the purpose of life and all,
And wonder if our universe is a tiny atom in a wall.
There are no limits here, and there's nothing to fear,
No roles or labels or anything that adheres.
These walls will hold, so feel free to explode,
Within these doors never worry about control,
You can leave anytime, for the door has no lock,
And so it shall remain, no matter the clock,
So pick up the phone, I’ve been waiting for long.
And I will stay like this, until you come home.
Whenever you want to.
© 2017 C W Kage