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Poems from an Existential Crisis Pt. 2

Poems Written from the Eyes of Mental Health, Learning to Love, and Finding Happiness

By Sierra LynnPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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Poems from an Existential Crisis.

~~~

Poetry

This is how

I understand

the world.

Through sporadic words

&

the tempos of my poems.

~

Warrior

She began to write stories,

putting herself as the lead,

she rode sea monsters & captured madmen.

In her words she was

fearless,

beautiful,

&

a warrior.

She lived in a fairy tail,

behind the walls of her room.

No one knew,

the real her,

for it was only

a story.

~

Mental Health

We have always been hidden,

lurking in the shadows,

cased away for our madness.

With everything in our heads,

there is no way we could be sick

we were all just silly.

Even now,

with millions on our side,

proof of the hysteria,

& acts of self-righteousness.

We are cased away,

hidden in the dark

& sent behind curtains

to be manipulated like puppets.

- Sincerely,

The daily survivors of Mental Illness.

~

Unknown

She professes her love

for the mesmerizing

unknown

in the lines of her

hidden notebooks.

~

Gratitude

Acceptance

is the first word in a self-love vocabulary.

Once you

accept

who you are,

who you were,

&

who you want to be.

Life becomes

accepted

in gratitude.

~

Learn

The moment you learn

that your heart is more important than others

that is the day

you finally become free.

The second you learn

that the things you love

are more important than the people who love you

that is the day

you find true happiness.

The lifetime you learn

that loving who you are

is more important than anything else

that is a lifetime

you are living to the fullest.

~

Old

I wish I could tell the

old her

that everything

would eventually

be okay.

~

Empire

What happens when

there is no one left

to save you?

What will you do when

someone has excuses

to drop down the rope

for you to climb up?

What if no one ever

comes back to 'help'?

Well,

my dear,

you were born to be

a fighter & survive the trying times.

Give the world a final

kiss goodbye

as you forge new fires

to build your empire.

~

Thorns

Roses

bright, beautiful, bewildering.

But roses,

even though they hold such beauty,

have thorns.

You can have thorns too.

Be beautiful,

show love,

shine bright.

But use your

thorns

to your advantage

my love.

~

Castle

Her fantasy,

is leaving this world behind.

Her ideal,

is becoming queen of the ruins once created.

Her power,

comes from the wreckage of the failures before her.

She is the empire,

she created the castle,

each brick cemented

with the strength

of the queens before her.

~

Tempos

She follows the

beats of her

heart

to find the

tempos in her

poems.

~

Ashes

She forged a

fire from the

ashes of her past.

The fire projected

a future

never before seen.

A future so bright,

so full,

&

so beautiful.

She was ready for

her life

more than she ever

had been before.

~

Matter

If matter can never be created

or destroyed.

In meaning,

there is a hint of

light

in the

darkness.

For it was never

destroyed

it was just

hidden

for a moment.

~

Fondness

Being fond of your demons,

is the only way to

kill

them.

Because demons

hate when you can

love

yourself.

~

Pieces

Finding who I was again

was like

taping millions

of ripped pieces paper

back

together.

~

Pills

Potions & fairy dust

solve nothing anymore.

It's all

pills

pills

&

even more

pills.

~

'Real'

I love sad

love songs...

Probably because

broken

love seems more plausible then

something

'real'

~

Shattering

I'm a mess.

Silly.

Scattered.

Shaking.

but even with the

shattering.

Of my soul

I smile,

& pretend

'the mess'

is just a

j o k e

~

Flower

Love a flower first.

Keep the petals on their stem,

don't rip them off,

don't tear them apart,

leave the petals wild.

Keep the roots grounded,

don't break the roots,

don't damage the original ones.

leave them to grow more flowers.

Keep the stem intact,

don't remove the thorns,

don't cut it in half,

leave the stem tall and full.

Learn to love the flower first,

then love yourself,

how you love this flower.

~Letters

For her,

P r o m i s e

Was nothing

but a lose

string of

meaningless

letters.

~Pen & Paper

My love,

I've come to know,

that

nothing

is impossible,

with a pen, some paper,

&

an endless amount of courage.

~~~

Hello everyone! Here is part two of Poems from an Existential Crisis! I hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to let me know through tips.

I hope to inspire someone today with some of my words. I hope that you have felt my words within your soul. I hope they resonate with you. Let the words flow over you, sit back, and relax.

Much love for all of you, thank you for reading.

~ Sierra Lynn.

Xx.

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About the Creator

Sierra Lynn

Aspiring historian. Fiction enthusiast. Lover of mystery.

Writer of macabre, fantasy realms, and historical ideals.

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