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Christopher's Poem

A prisoner of my mind

Detained by my own fears

The tears have made me blind

And the voices deafen my ears

I cannot feel the sun, for the hole that I am in

This hole has grown so deep, a shovel full for every sin.

I've been down here for years,

Have come to feel safe in this place.

There's no one to come in here,

So there is no shame to face.

Just like anything else, there's a price to pay

Small parts of who you are, disappear along the way.

I've been in here so long

I don't know who I am.

Done so many people wrong

Now no one gives a damn.

I believe if I were to die tomorrow

I don't think many would feel much sorrow.

I feel the warmth from their hands

They pulled me from my hole

And filled it in with sand

Dusted me off and made me whole

They headed me in the right direction, taught me what is true.

The power of a good heart, mind, and spirit is deep within each of you.

The world is what you make of it.

This part I now know is true.

The sun upon my face, I feel it.

I see now a gorgeous sky of blue.

My love for life returned, I feel so I can cope.

Thanks to all my friends at the Lindner Center of HOPE!


Thanks Always.

Christopher H.

Patient on the adult unit.

Let Lindner Center of HOPE be the first call you make. We are here 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.  Speak to someone now by calling, 513-536-HOPE(4673) or 1-888-536-HOPE(4673).

If you or your loved one is experiencing tremendous fear, anxiety, or is unable to function as a result of mental health issues, let Lindner Center of HOPE be the first call you make.

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