Mental Health

When Proof isn’t Enough
Time and time again, society leans toward silencing woman not for peace, but for the protection of influential men. When women speak, they are met with questions, not comfort. Their stories are dissected. Their pain is debated.
By Unfiltered9 months ago in Poets
"Whispers in the Blooming Field"
In fields where roses gently sway, My heart finds peace in your sweet way. Like morning sun through misty air, Your love is warmth beyond compare.
By Mukhtiar Ahmad9 months ago in Poets
Auto-Portraiture
When I can’t cry. When my emotions are too stubborn. When my mind and body are numb with apathy and the routine of life.
By Nicole Fenn9 months ago in Poets
Sometimes
Sometimes, No matter how old you are. You just need your Daddy. Not your father, Who hounds you to brush your teeth And makes you go to bed on time,
By Paige Graffunder9 months ago in Poets
The Silence That Lingers Long After
There were drugs in my system. I remember lying down as tears filled my eyes. I stayed fixed on the ceiling, detached from what was happening to my body. His hands were everywhere.
By Unfiltered9 months ago in Poets
Maze
Trap me in yew and tell me: At the centre is a surprise. This is not a time for strategy. I should run as fast as I can to claim it!
By Rachel Deeming9 months ago in Poets
The Tree Doesn’t Apologize for Growing
We are taught to shrink ourselves so others can stand taller. To whisper when we want to shout. But the tree does not apologize for its reach.
By Unfiltered9 months ago in Poets
It's Probably My Fault, But I Don't Care
I'm glad I'm not homeless, but I hate my house it's not where I thought I'd be I'm committed, but I don't have a spouse seems love feels the same about me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
Quiet Reverie
She dipped her head in the water as she washed the cleanser from her skin. This. This was a real highlight of her day. That one moment,
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Poets
Maze
His words twisted the corners so right curved into left, and truth bent sideways, making me believe I was going the wrong way.
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
The Silent Journey: Navigating Life's Unspoken Pains
We are all lonely travelers on the road of life. Just as one knows the temperature of water after drinking it, the only one who can truly help is yourself. There are some things that no one will understand except yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
Why I Cannot
Every morning I open my eyes, but I don’t move, I don’t rise. The light comes in, the world begins, but something heavy pulls me in.
By Leesh lala9 months ago in Poets