I’m sending love across at you, it’s painfully clear to see.
That you need help, to be wrapped up, by someone more than me.
Your terrified of looking up, your posture tells me so.
I guess your really struggling and wanting to let go.
We’re in the doctors waiting room, and there’s another three,
I hope they call you in soon, you can go in front of me.
I want to cry at what I feel, your pain is clearly deep.
Your eyes, your face, the whole of you, it makes me want to weep.
I pray that you will smile again, I pray you will survive,
I know this isn’t any way for one to be alive.
I hope the doctors helpful, that he doesn’t send you off,
without the building blocks you need, to hold yourself aloft.
I wrote this after visiting the doctors this morning. I saw this guy there and my heart went out to him. I was thinking if everybody who reads this attempt at poetry sends him a bit of love it might just help. If it creates a picture in your mind, then maybe with love, it can create healing and recovery for him. I live in Brighton, Sussex so imagine him there and send your love. Thanks x