Mental Health

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
Same Negative Thoughts
I start my day with you I end my day with you But I still feel the same Its not that I don't trust you I don't trust me
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Heart on the Sleeve
I’ve always worn my heart upon my sleeve, as if letting it show could make life simpler to perceive. It has been my compass, my shield, my confession,
By Paige Madisonabout a year ago in Poets
I pace back and forth as I think,
I pace back and forth as I think, and I think that whatever decision I make, something is out there twisting my fate. And I think that
By Raine Nealabout a year ago in Poets
Under The Sun With Grief.
When the sun is shining and there’s a smile on your face, the one you love is always there. Grief stands under the sun with you and enjoys the warmth, as if the bitterness it usually holds has melted away for just a little while. The smile on your face is a crutch for the grief, allowing the weight of it to disappear.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
An Interrupted Life. Content Warning.
Breathe in. Stop. It hits in that moment between inhale and release. A single emotion escapes my eye and begins to drop. My father died. Life hits a cease.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Poets