Mental Health

Through Shadows, Still I Rise
The weight of night upon my chest, A whispered voice, a cold caress. The world outside, so far away, Yet time still forces one more day.
By Richard Bailey11 months ago in Poets
The Mind War.
Sometimes, I wonder when this would Inside the room alone, lonely in bed, eyes up the Lights out in the room, but mind's eye wildly saili
By Williams Antwi Asiamah11 months ago in Poets
The March to Spring
a gasp like first of morning breath as sun breaking through early spring skies almost blinding, almost too much almost
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
Im not being Watched
Im not being watched Im being hunted Like prey in the wild Except theres no where to run Im trapped in here, forever Theres no escape, theres no where to hide
By Chxse11 months ago in Poets
Caught in the Spell. Top Story - March 2025.
The fiery rage explodes; memory flashes, bubbles, froth, and rise. Water boils over in the copper kettle flames spit cartoonishly
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
Fueling Flames
Emotions bleed and wash away The words I never dared to say When walls kept tween, defining us Like stains on abandoned canvases
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Must We Always Be Right?
It's impossible for a person to be right at every step. There's no need to dwell on the past or criticize yourself for past choices. You must always believe that the paths you take, the people you meet, and the regrets you hold are all experiences you were meant to have. Whether they are 'right' or 'wrong' is ultimately determined by your heart, so there's no need for prolonged sadness. Everyone has their own destiny.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
Lost in the Darkness
I wander through shadows that never recede, A silence that suffocates, louder than need. The weight of the night presses deep in my chest,
By Richard Bailey11 months ago in Poets
A Forest Shower
Introduction This is a villanelle example for the forthcoming "Showers And Fools" Challenge that has been inspired by the image above. I really liked it, but it wasn't right for the story I was writing. To me, it cries out for a story of the joy of experiencing showers and rain in a beautiful forest.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
When You Reach the Top Rung
There’s an old scam— they say there’s a ladder with endless rungs. And you must climb as many as you can.
By Seema Patel11 months ago in Poets
Oasis
I’m thirsty— For real healing… I’m thirsty— For real feelings… I’m thirsty— For real recovery… I’m thirsty— For Self-Discovery…
By Donnie Barlow11 months ago in Poets
You Were Never Really Listening
Your True Direction By R. T. Garner A reflection on what it feels like to be unheard when you need it most. Read more here Are You Really Listening?
By R.T. Garner11 months ago in Poets