The Group
Part of me sinks, when I lean against the wall;
Part of me drowns, when I lay on the cot.
Rest of me succumbed, to whatever the cause.
Now in the space stranded alone, no safety tethers to trace back home.
Rest of others - the other part of others, floating by my lateral vision.
Rest of others, joined hands together to build strong wall and foundation.
Posted Aug 14, 2022, 2:53 PM UTC
As someone who once went to a support group, I was able to relate with this poem, even though I don't know if that was your inspiration. It's like as if the first two lines were about moral support sinking into the wall and your abstract/thoughts/dreams were drowning. And you have given up to the one thats responsible for this, in my case depression. But then helped eachother out- ppl who has the same issue, by getting together, sharing stuffs... etc. And rebuilding the weak wall of moral support and strengthening the foundation.
:)