Mental Health

The Man in the Red Sky
The Man in the Red Sky He stands alone against the burning clouds, The air is painted with forgotten prayers, The light behind him bleeds through silence,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The Darkness it Could Not Bear
Let me tell you a tale of ten years past of a lantern held high; defiant against an abyss that threatened to douse a radiant dream,
By Amanda Starks4 months ago in Poets
Becoming Whole
There comes a time when you stop trying to go back because you realize the person you were before no longer exists. You’ve shed pieces of yourself along the way: in heartbreaks, in disappointments, and in all the quiet goodbyes life never warned you about.
By Aarish4 months ago in Poets
The stubborn little lantern that lights up my bloodstream
I have this little lantern inside me That rocks and sways in the wind I never expected its light Its persistence
By Sarah O'Grady4 months ago in Poets
A Whole Life Ahead
eyes closing to the dark, he’s in need to find answers for a question mark, long ago defined a cure for a poisoned heart, some peace in mind
By Lyrical Logic4 months ago in Poets
‘the crash out is valid’
—- 111, like a cold coca-cola to the back of the neck. and the armageddon of fall. these scorching feelings always crawling their way back up the throat. not enough time in the day, and too many hours to portray that I’m ‘fine’. and what is a glitch but a person who says no too often? another daily isolation. a general distrust towards the population. like something too sweet in the mouth, another cavity too deep down within the dentin, or a reason for turning your mouth into a ghost.
By h.a.laine4 months ago in Poets
What Will You Not Regret?
You won't regret anything you've experienced. You'll begin to practice letting go of everything you've tried. Thank you to those who helped you on that journey you finally made it through. Most of all, thank you to yourself for never giving up.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
Foreign Accent
She laughed at my way of speaking... my accent. He laughed, they laughed... I laughed too. I laughed, not because I was not from where they were from.
By Homayra Adiba4 months ago in Poets
Redemption in the Mirror: A Letter to Myself
There were times I didn’t think I’d make it. Not because of one dramatic moment, but because of the slow unraveling that no one could see. The kind that crept in while I was laughing. The kind that whispered I was too broken to be whole, too far gone to come back to myself. But somehow, I did. And that in itself is redemption.
By Dee4 months ago in Poets
hunting for my reflection . Runner-Up in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
i used to dream id awake from this hunt. finally recognising the girl in the reflection i keep searching for myself in the flicker of light in other people’s eyes.
By angelina farrugia4 months ago in Poets
Disorder
This heart does not beat under floorboards, but it may still drive me mad. It pounds in the thick darkness, cursing me with three a.m. awakenings
By Kay Husnick4 months ago in Poets
The Side We Hide
There are large crowds of people all around. "Joyful faces" flicker with sight and sound. Parties and excitement are in demand.
By Caleb Bailey4 months ago in Poets