Mental Health

Resilience
In the darkest of nights, when shadows loom, And life's tempests rage, threatening to consume, Remember this truth, steadfast and true:
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
gift-wrapped
When did you last hold your own needle, stitch up your own heart? When was the last time you searched the cabinet for antiseptic, not poison? The last time you peeled back a band-aid wrapper, rather than your own skin?
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
Shattered Reflections
She wasn’t pretty. I didn’t like her much, she wasn’t nice. she didn’t care about others, but people tolerated her. It’s funny how it seemed like they had no choice but to stick around; like she forced them to stay. It wasn’t always like that though. There was time she didn’t know how to stay.
By aysha tafheem2 years ago in Poets
Dear Mania
I wish this upon no one... I feel like I'm fucking undone... My brain feels like it's made of glue, worms, and cotton... My heart feels like it's made of glass shards and chewed gum.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
stay away, all of you
stay away all of you with all the things i cannot bear your excruciating care and your silence like i need you not to say a word
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
ENFJ "The Good Bear"
With outward warmth and charisma aglow, The ENFJ, a leader kind and bold, Doth weave a web where hearts and minds unfold,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
ENFJ "The Expert Teacher"
With hearts ablaze, ENFJs hold the light, Their extroverted warmth a beacon bright, They weave connections, guide with gentle might,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Withdrawal season
Withdrawal season... Anatomy was too hard... Mental muscle - pop!
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Life
What ? you life. You are just a soul, life And every body in this world is a soul as you are life And at this moment you are the soul of my body, life. But maybe for a second you may be the soul of another body, my life. You are life in my body also in the form of a soul. And let your soul live as per its wish in this body. you life And who knows whether this soul will be present in this body tomorrow or not. Your soul flows in my body like a wind of breath. And this life is like Gujarati with time The poison of death is slowly creeping into my body. And now your soul also leaves my body, this life. But there is no one in my body, let alone this soul. This soul of yours is happy with life in this body.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Seeker. Top Story - March 2024.
I've sought approval that I've never found. Wasted so much time, digging my heels in the ground. Sure that if only I had validation,
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets