Help at the hour of mental pain
It was a mid night
hour of my life
There was darkness on
every side,
Thought, happiness
won’t for long arrive
I was finding it
difficult to survive.
The darkness was
growing intense
There was pain but no
friend,
Struggling with my
brain thoughts
I was thinking how to
play my part.
Life could be so
stressing
Health too from
thoughts can get affected,
I never could imagine
sorrows
That could fluctuate
my blood pressure so greatly.
But thanks to Lord for
hope survived
There was a
psychiatrist ready to diagnose and prescribe,
He listened
attentively to my sorrow
And made my life
hopeful for tomorrow.
The medication worked
slowly,
But then there was
someone with me
And I was not lonely,
Thanks to the doctor
at right time.
I felt there was
reason to believe in sunshine
Medication started to
work after a certain time,
There were better
thoughts in my mind and heart
I felt a feeling of
belonging and desire to survive it all.
Death was no more my
aim for the seen misfit,
I was saved and many
like me have been,
Thanks to psychiatrist
for gifting me relief
And a hope for being
healthy even in existent misfit.
Many like me suffer
Get hurt and struggle,
Psychiatrists help us
survive
Salute to the
profession caring for people in dull time.
Written
by Ekta K. Kalra
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