It’s known that hurting people hurt other people. Intentionally and unintentionally. Your traumas will always be a part of you but you get to decide how you carry them. Do you learn from them? Do you let them change you into a better more loving, compassionate, and giving person? Or do you carry them in…
I’d never been afraid of the hallway. The echoes it carried. The voices. The feet. The light that zigzagged across the floor. That landed on the walls. That rained from the ceiling. It’s always been there to welcome and carry me from one room to the next. And there were always countless rooms. So many…
My thoughts, so many Hung like strings Dripping a quality I could not pinpoint I felt at this moment I must bear fully The abrupt pains They presented Like unwelcome visitors Of the utmost distinction Like fraying golden threads In a very important seam However, I couldn’t shake The scheming I felt Attached to…
I woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. Dreams of self-hate, disrespect, mistrust and betrayal. It felt… familiar. Like the beginning of something I still had control of. Once I woke I identified the core feelings I needed to work on. Now I’ll work through them and get a nap later. Depression…
Poetry taught me to listen to my own tears. Decipher why I felt what I felt. It helped me hold onto myself during my darkest fights with depression. If you could write a love letter to poetry what would it say? Feel free to write one and leave a link to it in my comment…
At the time it seemed I was stuck inside an hourglass Big chunks of stone Surrounded me on every side I could barely move And when I did… it took forever So much strength was needed And I felt so weak… so small But time kept sifting through And I kept climbing over Shifting landscapes…
I cry tears That never make it to the ground Into me they fell Weightless acidity They swallow my sensitivity Filling my insides to the brim They turn the air around me Breathless And absorb whatever time it is Magnifying my numerous regrets With clear and honest luminosity Heaving over sobs like a xylophone Accumulating…
The blurry streaks Of silver white Scraped along My tender sigh I knelt to pray But lost my way And fell flat And prone And heartbroken Under the scrutiny Of the light of day
Maybe the notes Flow through veins Catapult memories From snapshots To movie streams Maybe the notes Harmonize With your breath Reconcile With your thoughts Or maybe they just Keep you alive Until you find Someone who Understands And hears them The same as you
They say the more you love someone the more it hurts to lose them. They say it’s worth it. But I don’t know who “they” is. I’ve watched people dear to me lose the love of their life and… they say different things. They want what they had back because to be without them feels…
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