I wish I was special,
As she caught sight of her reflection.
Tears streaked her face.
She clung onto her palm full of pills
As if for dear life,
Though it was death,
She hoped they’d bring.
She did not want to die
But she could not face this life any more.
She had sat this way for hours,
On the brink of the action
Which would take away the pain,
But without the motivation to do it.
Which made her feel
Ever more a failure.
A voice penetrated her bubble,
A hand gently took hers,
Brushing the damp, crumbled pills away,
And soothing her with tiny movements.
You are special.
Said the voice,
You just can’t see it now.
You won’t see it tomorrow,
Or the next day,
But one day you will.
I’ll teach you,
If you’ll let me try.
The world was still bleak,
She was still numb,
But a little less so.
As for feeling special,
She wasn’t sure she ever would,
But she was grateful for her friend
Who had broken through the bubble,
And reached out when it mattered.
She clawed her way back from the edge,
Leaning heavily on her friend,
And grateful for a hand to hold.