Mental Health

I Leave My Mask On Now. Honorable Mention in Masks We Wear Challenge.
I leave my mask on now. It has melted onto me and into me. Stuck to my soul, I loathe it and love it and breathe it and knead it.
By John R. Godwin4 months ago in Poets
The Silence is Screaming
Hiding behind the silence, The truths cannot escape Trapped in their enamel prison Waiting for the day When they burst out brightly
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro4 months ago in Poets
More or Less
At 10, more or less, masks meant Spidey, Batman, and Scooby-Doo villains— the old man from the fun fair. ~ the mask protects me
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
The Room I Stayed In
I’m sitting in a room I barely recognize. The walls are chipped. The corners hold pieces of me I swear I threw away. Old versions of myself are scattered everywhere— the girl who begged for love, the one who let everything slide, the one who thought she’d never make it out alive.
By Carolina Borges4 months ago in Poets
Becoming Her Mother
The day I found out I had a girl, the world shifted. Suddenly every scar I carried felt like a map I didn’t want her to follow. Every lesson I learned the hard way became a prayer— whispered for her to never have to repeat.
By Carolina Borges4 months ago in Poets
Each Line a Bated Breath. Content Warning.
_ _ _ _it’s fine. _ _ _ _it’s okay. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I’m not a liar. I’m lying encased within mirrors magnifying
By Corvus4 months ago in Poets
The Woman He Comes Home To
Most days, I measure myself against women who seem to breathe through it — the ones with clean counters, warm dinners, soft voices that never crack.
By Carolina Borges4 months ago in Poets
Inside
There is a sound of a feeling That sneaks around these walls A gentle thumping like a calm heartbeat The sound is louder but promising
By Lisa Pulliam4 months ago in Poets
Smiling Always
When she was five, Her world ended It was a quick demise And she learned to disguise The fateful pain She was faithful to joy
By Lisa Pulliam4 months ago in Poets
Sleepless
I am so filled with this untamed Sadness I cannot place it or name it or Chase it away and it Haunts My darkest hours
By Obsidian Words4 months ago in Poets
Grief
I have come to know that grief Is all consuming. These last years have been thieves. They did not come quiet, Nor gentle,
By Obsidian Words4 months ago in Poets
Masking
Be normal, focus on their eyes, lips, eyes, lips, not too long or they'll notice. Forehead, forehead, forehead, what's that sound? It hurts,
By Angel Adagio4 months ago in Poets