Mental Health
Dark Room
I had completely forgotten not only where I was, but also who I was - my name and even basic facts like the existence of mobile phones. It felt as if I had just woken up with no awareness or memories at all, which was amplified by being in a pitch black room.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Harboring Happiness - Day 1
Today in harboring happiness, I idle on the front porch while a finch flitters through the resident pile of leaves littering my yard. The hounds huff at her rustling between cracks in the sagging, sunbaked fence. I wonder if she is nesting or scavenging for rootless seeds. Yet, happiness imagines she is playing hopscotch instead, as if even birds understand these silly little things need time and a place to exist.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Across the Heavens
Pull me under to where you fought the hardest in crevices of what was and should have been. Drop me into the wasteland of your unloved years so I can remember the reflection in the mirror who first taught you how to climb inches so you could ascend the depths of self-doubt. Through shattered glass, I will recount the whole picture.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
