Mental Health

Nelly the Hoarder
Nelly the Hoarder Nelly lived at number four, papers stacked behind the door, bags of buttons, broken clocks, rusted keys in tangled socks.
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
In the Depths
As light breaks water, Its path, as well, is altered In a fair exchange. * Lost in the dark depths, We sense the light is near, but
By Dana Crandell7 months ago in Poets
Me
Wonder what is seen in me Is darkness a sort of light too; a dim one A chance light perhaps; like the sparkle in my eye Or the refresh in my endurance; washed to mean something.
By 5enx7 months ago in Poets
The Places My Silence Lived
I used to fill the room with laughter, not because I was happy— but because silence knew too much. 🔴🔴🔴
By Mahmood Afridi7 months ago in Poets
I Will Never Fall
If only I were Daedalus And not a dawdler Oh, the heights I could fall from Constructing a frame of ideas My tools worn with use and care
By Sean A.7 months ago in Poets
You Will
“Forget all the reasons why it won’t work and believe the one reason why it will” The one reason why it will work
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Support
“Awaken each day excited to bloom in your own special way” This is really encouraging. With each new day, we can ‘sprinkle’ our own special personality
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Every Day Is A Blessing
“Another day is a blessing. Don’t take it for granted” In our busy lives, this is something that is so easy to forget.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Embracing Differences, Finding Peace
When communication feels ineffective, the best attitude to adopt is: "We are different, but no one is wrong. Deeply realizing that our cognition is different helps immensely. Not only are our thoughts out of sync, but our actions are too.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Forged in the Fire
When the night feels endless, cold, and long, And all you knew feels lost or wrong, When silence echoes through your soul,
By Richard Bailey7 months ago in Poets
Just Breathe
I breathe out And close my eyes to feel… The breeze across my skin ** I breathe deeply And listen... for the rustle of leaves overhead
By Simon George7 months ago in Poets
The Breaking, The Burning
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By The Schizophrenic Mom7 months ago in Poets