Michelle Dubé

Joined May 2021

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michelle.bsparkx

I am a writer, passionate about mental health, collecting her floating thoughts on a page.

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Dear Ocean
I keep waiting for others to bring me to life To put oxygen in my lungs Because to breathe is so hard when the air around me feels so thick.
By Michelle Dubé9 months ago in Poets
Soft Hearts Bruise Black Instead of Blue
I've never been one to burn bridges, cut contact or let go. I've always been one to forgive and forgive and forgive I've always been one to bend, so far that I almost break
By Michelle Dubé9 months ago in Poets
Dear Ocean
Anxiety wraps its claws around my neck, Tells me I'm not allowed to breathe; Only confident people are allowed to breathe.
By Michelle Dubéabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Ocean: Air Pockets
Tell me I am not reaching out in vain Tell me there are air pockets somewhere Tell me there will be hands reaching out to me,
By Michelle Dubé2 years ago in Poets
Dear Ocean
Dear Ocean, I don't know anything. I think maybe By now I must be a broken record. Cause I'm still patching up the same potholes that come back
By Michelle Dubé2 years ago in Poets
Dear Ocean
Would you believe me if I said I wished for the thrashing waves again? Wished for the thunderstorms and lightning-filled skies
By Michelle Dubé2 years ago in Poets
Arcane Knights
Sooooophiiiiiiie! Have you received any of my letters? Letters written in the form of art and literature; I’ve been waiting to see you all again for years. I keep checking in to see if anyone’s come out of the woodwork to say hello, but the metaphorical mailbox is always empty. Now, here I am again, writing another letter of how you took a 9-year-old girl and made her feel like she could take on the world. …Or was I ten?
By Michelle Dubé2 years ago in Humans
Dear Ocean
Why do you fool me with the appearance of calm waters? Gentle waves, colourful sunrise and sand as soft as the clouds in the sky.
By Michelle Dubé2 years ago in Poets
Dear Ocean
To the ocean that is the internet, It proves challenging to find shelter in your waters. Lately you feel more like a canyon.
By Michelle Dubé2 years ago in Poets
My favourite colour was blue.
My favourite colour was blue. Like the ocean I drowned in; Water in my lungs, Slime in my ribcage. My anger was red.
By Michelle Dubé3 years ago in Poets

Michelle Dubé

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Dear Ocean

Soft Hearts Bruise Black Instead of Blue

Dear Ocean

Dear Ocean: Air Pockets

Dear Ocean

Dear Ocean

Arcane Knights

Dear Ocean

Dear Ocean

My favourite colour was blue.

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