Mental Health

Before The Jump. Top Story - August 2025.
what if she fell from a height that most don't come back from overcome with fright trailing the last of her breadcrumbs the ones left to remind her
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Tick, Tock
Tock, tock - tick, tock... the time goes by so slow; I watch the clock. * An annoying knock and its creepy echo... tick, tock - tick, tock.
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
Autumnal Aromatherapy
Counting my blessings amid my grief feels like a chore much like raking these leaves earth fallen blades, stick it to me vibes
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Between Compass and Backfire. Content Warning.
...a journey south, 10 miles as the crow flies well... it would have been south if I had a compass and who still uses 10 miles as the crow flies nowadays?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Pyrrhic Victory . Runner-Up in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge. Content Warning.
First, come the subaltern shoots of something's not right Passerby faces paint banal canvases on each other with point-blank stares, curtailing boredom like expressionless savants. How are they not afraid?
By Edward Swaffordabout a year ago in Poets
First Fruits
How many times did I rip up and replant these roots just to wilt in the searing heat, untended, un-watered. How many times did I think
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Seed’s Secret
Not in the sun’s gold, nor the rain’s soft fall, Not in the boast of branches, strong and tall, Does my true substance lie. The outer eye
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Going Halfway to Nowhere
The gravel keeps shifting beneath my shoes I count the crunches as if rhythm could anchor me. A street lamp flickers. I tell myself it means something,
By Perqwaila about a year ago in Poets
Confessions of a grieving disabled workaholic
My trip to San Francisco was supposed to be the greatest trip of my life. In some ways it was and in others it wasn’t. As I grow older, as my disability progresses and as my grief deepens, it sometimes feels like I’m constantly under attack. Like no place is safe for my body and no hands are safe for my heart. Grief is not something you overcome, it’s a tide you pray won’t crash onto you at the worst possible moment, and when it does, you learn to deal with it. Or at least I suppose, I’m not there yet.
By Allie Pauldabout a year ago in Poets
How lucky are we
Be proud you made it— actually, we all have. The gift of life is beautiful for the simple reason that you’re here. Many struggle,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Can You Forgive Others Without Forgiving Yourself?
Some people casually say that "forgiving others is about forgiving yourself," as if the pain you feel is your responsibility. Is an apology enough to forgive? Can a simple "I didn't mean it" truly undo the damage?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
3:33 am
many things course through my mind at 3:33 am like all the time i've wasted and what could have been and who i could become
By Stephanie Hiltonabout a year ago in Poets