Mental Health

Mindful
Making peace with who you are, In the present moment, every day, Noticing your feelings promotes healthy healing, Doing things to help yourself
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Old-growth
Hello, did you know that when you’re older life is still a lovely, cluttered mess of everything and nothing all at once? When you try to make sense of it, you can discover parts of yourself hidden inside like gems harbored by an old-growth forest.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Beat Beat Beat Tap Tap Tap
My heart beats through my thick sweater. Beat Beat Beat Tap Tap Tap I don’t want to feel it. That’s why I chose a thick sweater.
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
Stars
Lying on the ground, Watching a million stars dancing in the sky at night, Lifting my mind, body, spirit and soul, To the infinite, celestial wonders of the universe,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
BODY LANGUAGE.
WHAT BODY LANGUAGE IS ALWAYS MORE THAN WORDS WORDS ARE AND CAN BE UNDER CONTROL AND CHOICE ONE CAN HIDE THE WORDS CHANGE THE WORDS
By Basit Ali2 years ago in Poets
Trapped With A Neurodivergent Mind. Top Story - April 2024.
I did not ask to be this way, to live with the reminder that I am always going to be different. It's like a prison and I'm doing my life sentence.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Eclipsed Emotions
Embarrassed really, I thought by now, I'd be somebody else Confused, I suppose, how did I managed to lose myself? Lonely and afraid, I find, survival is immense
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
This Will Be Eclipsed
Even as this palace we built Crumbles, and my heart Lays shattered where you tossed it aside, I still believe in my own Power. No matter how long it takes, I will
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Poets
Losing control. Content Warning.
In the silence where screams are made I stand With knife in my hand... In the next moment I stab... And it's weird, because I don't feel any joy
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
A shadow on the Sun
Era of solitary confinement, where my soul has gone: Countries, both so vastly different, so unnervingly the same, Lost homes I never had and never did exist, everywhere I look there's scorn
By Sandra Tena2 years ago in Poets
Babydoll Head In My Closet
This frightening experience occurred when I was about eight years old. I used to sleep on the couch downstairs, next to my dad's bed, because I was afraid of the dark. My mom typically wouldn't get home until around 11pm, so I always slept near my dad for comfort.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Ask Me In December (If Everything is Better)
(Verse One) recovery success? relapse avoidance? monogamy in mind, body and spirit? mind, body and spirit? health improvements?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets