Mental Health

In the glow of the light
A streetlight flickers. A car passes by. From all the whispers, I rose up like a cry. A cry from fighting with life,
By Edvin Sterling4 months ago in Poets
I Choose to Be Comforted
The message we’re often given is that comfort is indulgence, gluttony, or laziness. When we think of comfort, we picture someone in a recliner,
By Tanja Vasev4 months ago in Poets
See And Accept
“A secret to happiness is letting every situation be what it is, instead of what you think it should be.” Embracing reality
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
'Prove Your Worth'
“Accept your past without regret, handle your present with confidence and face your future without fear!” When we accept our past,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Life IS Balance
“Life is too ironic. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Souls meet.
I watch the world around me, see love blooming quietly. Hands clasped tightly, laughter spilling, eyes that linger just enough to tell a story already written.
By Marvelous Michael4 months ago in Poets
“The Cackle That Tried to Shrink Me A Mythic Protest Suite” . Content Warning.
The Body That Carried It All This is based on a true story. Two women. Two rooms. Two rhythms. One, a 76-year-old artist with long pink hair laid back, empathic, boho, old-school rock and roll.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Reality
reality? What the hell is real? Is it perception? Perception determines viewpoint … What I perceive… I usually believe
By Andrew C McDonald4 months ago in Poets
Climbing Out
Starting with nothing, the climb feels steep, Nights are heavy, and food isn't cheap. But a mind can shift, a thought can grow,
By V4 months ago in Poets
A Night I Couldn’t Cry
A Night I Couldn’t Cry There was a night the tears stayed still, a night my heart refused to break, though the pain was sharp and deep,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Faith with Splinters
Faith with Splinters My faith was once a glass display—no questions, dusted clean, A polished shelf of easy words in stained-glass reds and green.
By Milan Milic4 months ago in Poets
To reap your love
A collection of memories, a harvest of emotions Taken from moments of love and devotion Our first kiss, the first time you took my hand
By Karen Cave4 months ago in Poets