on my own
what if i don’t make it?
what if meds don’t work
and i end up with flashing lights
and grippy socks like my whole generation?
or, what if zoloft does its job
and stability contains me?
would health come at the cost of character development,
make me a slave to fifty milligrams a night?
they told me all my life the greatest shame
was giving in to ask for help
when i, by skin of teeth,
could force my healing on my own.
could i have fixed this on my own?
is an amateur poet from Lynchburg, VA. Her journey as a poet began in 2020, when she and a friend challenged each other to write one poem every day for twenty days. Recently, Emma’s poetry has drawn from life experiences associated with young adulthood and mental health struggles.