Mental Health
The Shape of Safety
I dream of being held. My head on someone’s chest, listening to their heartbeat. Their hands in my hair, not to escalate, but to comfort and ground me. A moment of real peace. Where I don’t have to be strong. Where I can just exist and be held. I would breathe them in and fall asleep in their arms.
By Alicia Melnick 8 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Return to Yourself
It’s okay to feel sad; that’s human nature. But don’t let someone unworthy keep you down for too long. Don’t let other people’s indifference or mistakes become reasons to torment yourself repeatedly; that isn’t fair to you at all.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
