After years of not writing poetry, I took it upon myself to put together a book of prose over the course of a year. Though these poems may seem grim, there is a glimmer of hope between the lines. I am much better than I was when I wrote most of these. Mental health is a slippery slope and I spent much of this year sliding downhill fast, but somewhere along the way, there was a peak that launched me back up again. Though optimism might be lost in these ones, this is how I coped. I hope whoever reads these do not relate at all but if you do, I hope you've found comfort in not being alone. Whether it be trauma, grief, mental illness, heartbreak; you are not the first to experience it and certainly will not be the last.
This work is dedicated to anyone that feels like loneliness is a lifelong, uphill climb. I hope you know deep down that it isn't always going to be like this.