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"988 - A Bridge Over Troubled Waters" was written out of a deep concern for the mental health struggles facing so many, particularly veterans and those in crisis. As a veteran and a follower of Christ, I felt a strong desire to share the vital resource of the 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline with as many people as possible.

This poem aims to highlight the importance of reaching out for help when facing mental health challenges and to emphasize that the 988 lifeline is available to everyone, regardless of their background or circumstances. It's not just for veterans, but for teenagers, mothers, and anyone feeling lost or overwhelmed.

I wanted to create a poem that offers hope and encourages people to break the silence surrounding mental health. The 988 number represents a bridge over troubled waters, a lifeline that can guide individuals toward support and healing. I hope this poem serves as a reminder that help is available and that no one has to face their struggles alone. Please, share this information, and let's work together to spread awareness and save lives.

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988 - A Bridge Over Troubled Waters

In the depths of your mind, where shadows reside,
A voice whispers doubt, with nowhere to hide.
Depression's a monster, a weight on your chest,
A longing for solace, a moment of rest.

The future seems hopeless, a relentless refrain,
"You're lost in the darkness, there's nothing to gain."
But wait, through the struggle, a beacon appears,
Three digits of hope, dispelling all fears.

Nine-eight-eight (988), a number to hold,
A lifeline for all, a story to be told.
Not just for veterans, with burdens they bear,
But for every soul drowning in despair

The battles they fought for, the freedom we claim,
Now a lifeline extended, a whisper of a name.
For teenagers troubled, for mothers in pain,
For anyone lost, caught in life's pouring rain

Don't let silence fester, don't let darkness win,
Reach out with three numbers, a chance to begin.
A listening ear, a voice strong and true,
To mend broken pieces, and see you anew.

So spread the word widely, a message to claim,
Nine eight eight whispers, hope's burning flame.
Let it echo through valleys, on mountains it'll rise,
A beacon for all, beneath vast, open skies.

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