Mental Health
Tears
I spend far too much time pouring over things in my mind because the alternative is to just forget, and I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to wake and find the entries gone and lost like a plane to sea or a boat to air The many tears I cried over nothing That nothing was once something Or should I say someone, not nothing Many many are the tears I shed In grief, disbelief, and despair
By Paul Stewart20 days ago in Poets
The Climate I live in
I’ve learned to track the weather inside my own mind the way sailors track tides — not with fear, not with denial, but with a practiced, unsentimental awareness. There are three states my brain moves through, three distinct atmospheric shifts that shape the rhythm of my days. I don’t control them. I don’t summon them. I don’t negotiate with them. I recognize them.
By Elisa Wontorcik20 days ago in Poets
