# Support Class

*Words like knives carving thoughts into the pages of my life*\
*Like scattered scraps of paper torn and fluttering in the wind*\
*So too am I temporary and fleeting*

*Like fingers pulling back and tearing at a lockbox of treasures*\
*The tendrils scratching and aggressively tugging at my heart*\
*It makes me feel wanted*

*The thoughts and feelings and memories and doting and loving phrases echo in my mind ceaselessly to remind me that I am better and more whole than I was before*\
*And when I look up into the stars and see them shining back at me it is a reminder that I am a small and insignificant being, but that I am wanted and loved and cared for all the same*\
*And maybe when it's thoughts like this I don't feel so alone and afraid*\
*And maybe I can learn for myself to love who I have become again*

*We fall into these traps like moths and flies sinking deeply*\
*Desperately clawing and bemoaning our woes and fears*\
*But it's not too late*

*Fight, bite, bark, and resist the plagues in your own self conscious*\
*I am the protagonist of my own hopes, dreams, and desires*\
*And you all are my support*