Mental Health
The Great Fight. Top Story - September 2026.
For nearly two decades, I lived with a weight crushing my spirit. That beast we call suicidal ideation would gnaw on my neurons taking bites big enough to choke on leaving intrusive thought remnants in its wake. I'm not sure one can fully understand the gravity of waking every morning years on end feeling disappointed that they awoke at all until they've lived it, breathed it in with morning sunlight, become it with every aching bone and muscle of a body begging to just give up. Until then, you can only imagine. Likewise, on the other side of such unnameable sadness, you can't truly comprehend the ecstacy within me when I can finally say, "I am happy right now," because no one knows how I burnt down to the ground, my innards charred to a crisp with every phase of moon. Only I was witness to my bare hands cupping ash and pressing inward until diamond bricks emerged for me to lay my foundation with. Blood and sweat and tears poured from me like a rusty faucet, tendons ripped femurs snapped for me to be able to climb and reach this current perspective worthy of so many wows, it was not an easy battle. But it is absolutely possible to survive your own mental warfare. You must simply be a warrior with love for your own survival.
By Lolly Vieira14 days ago in Poets
Should I Depart Early. Top Story - September 2026.
Should I Depart Early, please do not fret For almost a certainty I’m home, tucked in bed Should you search there and find me gone It’s fair to say I rose again And walked along Off to the garden Off a beaten path Follow me Toward the endless sea Should I depart early Seek a quiet place Like a stone So merrily do we roll Unsettled in our grace I likely took time To reflect on these rhymes A simple moment Fleeting, unfamiliar In these vapid times. Should I depart early Think of it not in terror We so often find silence harrowing Instead take heed And mire in its pleasure Should I depart early I might have flown away, But don't be weary We’ll find each other Some other day
By Matthew J. Fromm15 days ago in Poets
sister sunlight
achingly rusted bones bend out of bed the weight of a full skull sits heavy in my head loaded minds roll all the dice while I slip my body of flesh onto the floor eyes closed I feel it pour sunlight streams through spotted window panes roasting my marrow like a marshmallow over open flames sister sunlight sparkles her radiant rays every morning she slides a folded paper note into my pocket promising that today is a new day while sleeping minds get cleansed in moonlight the searing sun prepares her masterpiece through molten mantles she shines only on the other side my fragile metatarsals will never make their way to her yet from miles away she moves me moves my world stops every morning to have a spot of tea with my mind sipping gently cooing praises for my waking demanding that I understand with all my heart and soul that darkness does not last forever and neither will I but I am here now with her alive
By Lolly Vieira15 days ago in Poets
