Will you care after the eleventh?
When the signs at work come down
And the tweets and photos
Disappear into the void of the feed?
Will you care once the week
Is no longer labeled,
Telling you to be aware?
Will you care?
Will you want to know more
About how my brain keeps me
A prisoner, held down by my own thoughts,
A free man, released one moment, then handcuffed again,
In the blink of an eye.
When the tweets stop,
And the posts disappear,
Will you care that this is more than a week?
Will you remember that this week is my life?
Will you hold my hand for longer than the nanosecond
That is ‘mental health week’?