Mental Health

Hands
I re-apply the plasters, for them to fall off in the shower and reveal mistakes and callouses I try hard not to aggravate.
By Reece Beckett15 days ago in Poets
Not Yet.
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
By Latisha Fairfull15 days ago in Poets
Tender Boundaries
The first time I said no, My whole body braced for impact like the ceiling might collapse from one honest syllable. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic15 days ago in Poets
No Desire. Content Warning.
What do you do When you lose your only desire And become so dire Keep going Like a machine Don't stop moving
By CotardDelusionz15 days ago in Poets
Spiders
I have a spider in my shower. I have taken a shower in there three times despite this knowledge and it haunts me between each drop of water, each brush against the wall or showerhead. I do not know where it lurks. I saw it once and since then it has maintained a steady hidden location, to which my eyes only half-heartedly search.
By Logan Stanislaw15 days ago in Poets
Ruin, Rules, and Reincarnation . Content Warning.
Heat was always a friend of mine It helps with my thoughts and my movements I was fast, on my toes and a warrior in the sun
By KuroHoshi15 days ago in Poets
It's time
You know what they say about the birds and their lives That they can fly away to any place they desire. But they stay in the same place almost their whole damn time
By Alex Torres15 days ago in Poets
The Unlearning
I’m unlearning rules I never agreed to, but lived by like rent. Don’t be too much. Don’t need too much. Don’t make a scene.
By Milan Milic15 days ago in Poets
In Green, There Is Blue
In hills, there is sand In rivers, there are tides . In thought, there's prayer In heart, there's hope In blood, there are roads
By Justin Keeling15 days ago in Poets
Advice on staying warm
Soft fur finds my pulse a quiet heart teaches mine how to hold the heat
By R. Byer15 days ago in Poets
Evidence Everywhere
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert15 days ago in Poets
The Sky as Witness
The sky has always been there, long before you learned to rise, long before you understood the difference between endurance and existence. It watched you without interruption, without judgment, without asking you to be smaller or softer or easier to hold. It witnessed every version of you—every collapse, every recalibration, every quiet act of survival you performed when no one else was looking. The sky is the only witness that never demanded a performance.
By Elisa Wontorcik15 days ago in Poets