Our demons don’t knock before they call,
They wait in silence, hidden from all.
A scent, a sound, a place, just doors
That open many waiting sores.
There is no cure that makes it cease,
No single path that gives us peace.
Instead, we learn some ways to cope,
With effort, strength, faith, and hope.
We owe it to the ones so near,
who hold our hands through every fear.
Their patience, love, and care for all,
With no thanks expected, no fuss at all.
To our blue light heroes, thank you all,
You’ve answered all my frightened calls.
A Samaritan’s voice, a friend so true,
Brings hope to hearts like me and you.
Mental health is our new war,
We hold back demons at each door
But you all help us get back up,
For you, and you, we won’t give up.
This poem is written in thanks for all of you, blue light heroes, and you Samaritans, who answer our calls. No matter how much we challenge your helping hands, please know we are forever in your debt.
And for all you listeners in the Samaritans, thank you, bless you, know that you save so many of us.