Mental Health

Triumphs
I have climbed my way out of the void, stood upon the edge, and stared into the vast, familiar emptiness. - I have emerged from the chaos - wrapping my wounds and drying my tears.
By BrettNotGreg8 months ago in Poets
Mare. Content Warning.
Come, my maiden fair Come back to me With the speed of a prayer How I yearn for thee For what was lost Never can be regained
By Mother Combs8 months ago in Poets
mirror man
upon first glance, my mirror man is thin and hollow a near invisible soulmate with a glassy sheen you have to squint to really see
By angela hepworth8 months ago in Poets
The magician’s cloak
The Magician’s Cloak You wear it often. In fact—always. And they expect you to. Always sitting in their seats, Waiting for the performance of a lifetime.
By Mischief Muchaneta8 months ago in Poets
Rumbling Through My Thoughts
So many rules cosplaying exceptions So many broken hearts mascarading as healed So many naive acting like gurus So many fearful playing fearless
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) 8 months ago in Poets
Fancy o Sick (or: A Brief History of My Innards)
dirt dirt stained grained she spins me round, ingrained and restrained like a rotisserie chicken derailed, resailed
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
The Fire I Became
There's ash falling around me The sky alight with orange flame The flame, devouring everything I see Consuming all your shame
By Kel8 months ago in Poets
Halfway to Somewhere
I forgot why I came outside— but the breeze feels like enough. I walk because I started to, because sitting felt like too much
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Strength of Starting Over
There’s a kind of bravery no one talks about—the quiet kind. It’s not loud like fireworks or fierce like a storm. It’s the soft decision to keep going when your heart feels heavy.
By Fearless8 months ago in Poets
Where Truth Fell
A poetic reckoning with betrayal, illusion, and inner rebirth.A poem for those who stood in fire and rose anyway. Some truths are only born in fire. This poem is a reflection of what we learn when illusion burns away.
By HasanSoulInk8 months ago in Poets
Unsaid Observations
Late at night, when I can not rest and unfinished thoughts rise in my chest Quietly still, I try to lay till untold words are caught
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
These Lyrics Broke Me And Then Stitched Me Up - You Need to Hear Sleeping At Last
If you seek songs that leave you shattered and whole at the same time - keep reading. There are artists you listen to, and then there are artists who listen to you. Sleeping At Last has always felt like the latter. With lyrics that carry comfort, brokenness, love, grief, and acceptance all at once, Ryan O'Neal captures emotions so delicately it feels like he's stitching them together with light.
By Scarlett R. 🍁8 months ago in Poets