Mental Health
I didn't see me
Days have passed, it has rained and some sunshine had come by, and I couldn't feel anything. My body grew, my arms, exploded, my tights and my belly emerged like a volcano, and I didn't see me. I continued to get bigger, to eat without conscious, control or even a paused. I didn't see me. Years passed and I lost me..... I lost my connection between mind and body and I lost myself to the darkness daily routine. I became a machine, just doing, just making things without feeling, without creativity. I didn't see me and I couldn't feel myself neither.
By Lasha Deselaabout a year ago in Poets
Unveiling the Shadows: Saint Explores the Inner Labyrinth in Corners of My Psyche
In a world that too often turns away from pain, Saint turns directly toward it. With their stunning debut, Corners of My Psyche, Saint doesn’t just write they reveal. This graphical poetry book is an excavation of hidden emotion, veiled trauma, and the complexity of what it means to be human. Layered with haunting visuals, visceral language, and unwavering honesty, it is as much an artistic statement as it is a confessional offering.
By The Artist Collectiveabout a year ago in Poets
