Mental Health

Resuscitation by Sunlight.
Lying On The Floor, Gasping For Air. Alone. Broken. Exhausted. Haunted. I Whisper For Help, But Even The Silence Refuses To Answer.
By CJ Raines7 months ago in Poets
The Silence After Goodbye
I didn’t hear the door close. That’s the thing about endings — they’re quieter than we expect. There’s no slam, no echo,
By Mahmood Afridi7 months ago in Poets
Roots
She grew up knowing what pain looked like. On the face of her mother, In the hands of her father. But she painted her nails the color of sunrise
By Shannon E. Mack7 months ago in Poets
From The Overflow of My Heart II. Content Warning.
Forgive my Speech, in saying that I'd rather not be conscious‐ I am only honest... in what my heart has chosen to speak—
By Josh Morgan7 months ago in Poets
MONSTERS AT BAY
MONSTERS AT BAY 7-1-2025 There was a man..made of.. Broken stones, Broken rocks, Broken bones.. of Earth and clay,
By Victor Mendez7 months ago in Poets
What is a Concentration Camp?
Another writer here on Vocal gave me this idea from an article they wrote, and I hope she won't mind using one of the phrases they used in their article.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
Damning Truths. Content Warning.
Your insidious words ringing in my ears, day after day, plaguing me at all hours. Inescapable droning tinnitus, that leaves me clawing at the wretched pealing holes in my head. The laughing, always the laughing as I cry. Wailing in abject misery and terrific pain, and crawling on my knees, begging for release from your sadistic games and legalistic contracts.
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Why Do We Set Sail?
We are in the great ocean of life just as the fisherman is, who throws out his net without having an idea where the fish are. He goes forth because he expects to come back with a full load, and in a similar fashion, you will find that most of the time opportunities present themselves only when you decide to take a step. Opportunities present themselves when you believe, and possibilities actually become reality when you act.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Did I Say That Out Loud
Did I say that out loud Did I finally slip Did I open the clouds Did that fall from my lips Did the dam really break
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Not to be Remembered by All
I have never stopped moving— even when it felt like I had. Step by step, day by day, I kept going. I can’t say I was living. But I was surviving. That’s the most I could do.
By Akî8 months ago in Poets
The imitation of sanity
I didn’t ask to be born into this world. Everything began against my will— my birth, the school I went to, the course I took, the job I got.
By Akî8 months ago in Poets
A BREATH BETWEEN EARTHS. Content Warning.
A Breath Between Earths Earth 12 remembered. Earth 19 burned. This is the inhale between them. Sometimes the body speaks before the story does.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Poets