Drowning in Heartache
Things won't be depressing forever...
Living in the dark
Voices crowding my mind
Walls crushing in
I’m living in a dark place
But I’m not going to let you break me.
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Will my feelings die here?
Will I question everything about life now?
This heartache is going to take me.
I won’t let it break me.
Scream out,
Let the emotions out.
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And then breathe
You can’t drown every day
The water won’t be overwhelming all the time.
Take in the sunlight,
Take in a breath of air
And remember that everything will be okay.
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Reach out
There will be a hand reaching back to help pull you out of the depts of heartache.
There will be someone there
To remind you that you are loved
You are appreciated
You deserve to live.
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I let the darkness in
But I won’t let it break me
Let the light in
Remember that it’s okay to live.
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Alisha Wilkins
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Sometimes writing opens up the soul to healing, learning, and eventually to living again
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli5 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
I’m so thankful that you’ve found Vocal as a great outlet for creativity and healing through writing.
Your Heartache is just a mere moment in a time, a blink if you will and one day you will look back and see how it has shaped you for some of us are molded by fire. Love you!!!
This is a great motivational poem Sad but beautifully written