Mental Health
The Sky as Witness
The sky has always been there, long before you learned to rise, long before you understood the difference between endurance and existence. It watched you without interruption, without judgment, without asking you to be smaller or softer or easier to hold. It witnessed every version of you—every collapse, every recalibration, every quiet act of survival you performed when no one else was looking. The sky is the only witness that never demanded a performance.
By Elisa Wontorcik10 months ago in Poets
to love this world. Top Story - January 2026.
sometimes i feel so far from it all that i can hardly stand it; i’m drifting away from this place and all the parts of me that are known by another are mourning, dying, clutching at their necks, cursing themselves until they foam at the mouth
By angela hepworth10 months ago in Poets
The Ground does not deserve you
There are places you return to out of habit, not belonging. Rooms that once held you because you didn’t yet know you had the right to leave. People who mistook your endurance for agreement, your silence for consent, your presence for loyalty. Coming back to the ground with clarity means seeing all of it without the old fog softening the edges. You stand in the doorway of your own life and realize that some of the ground you’ve been walking on was never meant to hold your weight.
By Elisa Wontorcik10 months ago in Poets
