Mental Health

She is a Moon
She is a moon— not merely reflection, but the gravity that commands tides. Not a borrowed glow, but a presence—steady, resilient, and impossible to dismiss. She has drifted through nights that begged her to vanish, weathered eclipses meant to erase her light, and still, she returned each dusk, even when her pieces felt scattered, even when the pull was too much to rise. You see, she does not glow to be praised. She glows because it is in her nature to illuminate— paths, wounds, entire souls— with the quiet strength of her presence. They murmured that she was too distant, too strange, too unpredictable. But she was never meant to be understood. She was born to move tides. There are nights her light wanes— soft, hidden, nearly gone. But even a sliver of her glow can guide someone home. And she holds enough to keep glowing. She is not a moon for myth. She is a moon for meaning; for healing, for stillness, for the moments no one honors but she lives through regardless.
By Usman Ali about a year ago in Poets
My China Doll
My China Doll She sits where silence thickens fast Beneath the shelf, behind the glass With painted lips and glassy eyes
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Rise Above
Dear Americans, America is hurting—not because we disagree, but because we've forgotten how to listen. On the left: Dichotomous Thinking—black-and-white, all-or-nothing judgments that divide us.
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
How Is That Justice?. Content Warning.
For all he did to me, He got to walk in the sun, While I walked for years in the dark; How is that justice? A lie bathed in the light,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
I Chose Me
I chose me I chose me I chose me I CHOSE ME I CHOSE ME I CHOSE ME I CHOSE MY LIFE / I CHOSE MY LOVE / I CHOSE ME / I CHOSE ME / I CHOSE ME / I CHOSE MY BODY / I CHOSE MY JOY / I CHOSE ME / I CHOSE ME DESPERATELY / NO LONGER NEEDLESSLY LENDING MYSELF OUT / I CHOSE ME / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW I CHOSE MYSELF / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF THIS IS A MISTAKE / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW I CHOSE MYSELF / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I AM HAPPY CHOOSING MYSELF / I WAS DESPERATE TO LOVE THEM / I AM DESPERATE TO LOVE MYSELF / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW I AM WORTH LOVING MYSELF / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW I AM MY OWN FRIEND / I AM DESPERATE TO BE MY OWN FRIEND / I AM DESPERATE FOR A SIMPLE ANSWER / I AM DESPERATE FOR THE SIMPLE ANSWER THAT I CHOSE MYSELF AND I CHOSE TO LOVE AND I CHOSE TO LEAVE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE THEM AND I CHOSE THE NEED TO LOVE ME / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW THAT I CHOSE ME / AND WHERE WILL CHOOSING ME LEAD BESIDES TEMPORARY MISERY AND MAYBE SOME REGRET / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW HOW MUCH REGRET I WILL HAVE / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I WILL REGRET CHOOSING ME
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
I Am My Own
I am my own I am my own I am my own I AM MY OWN I AM MY OWN I AM MY OWN / I AM MY OWN LIFE / I AM MY OWN LOVE / I AM MY OWN / I AM MY OWN BODY / I AM MY OWN JOY / I AM MY OWN / DESPERATELY / NEEDLESSLY LENDING MYSELF OUT / I AM MY OWN / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW I AM MY OWN / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF THIS IS A MISTAKE / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I CAN LEAVE / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I CAN BE HAPPY / I AM DESPERATE TO LOVE THEM / I AM DESPERATE TO LOVE MYSELF / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I AM WORTH LOVING MYSLF / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW THAT I AM MY OWN FRIEND / I AM DESPERATE TO BE MY OWN FRIEND / I AM DESPERATE FOR A SIMPLE ANSWER / I AM DESPERATE FOR THE SIMPLE ANSWER THAT I AM MY OWN AND MY OWN NEEDS TO LOVE AND MY OWN NEEDS TO LEAVE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE THEM AND I NEED TO LOVE ME / I AM MY OWN / I AM MY OWN / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW THAT I AM MY OWN / AND WHERE WILL BEING MY OWN LEAD BESIDES TEMPORARY MISERY AND MAYBE SOME REGRET / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW HOW MUCH REGRET I WILL HAVE / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I WILL REGRET BEING MY OWN
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
In Plain Sight. Content Warning.
I am not okay. Numbness echoes through me. Some days it's hard to stay. To fight the urge to be free. To escape the pain.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Poets
95. Content Warning.
You're so pretty. Why? Is it because my last meal didn't have any gluten? Or because "carb" is a four-letter word I haven't heard in years?
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
The Version of Me No One Knew
I used to wear a smile that looked real—even to me. I was the strong one. The reliable one. The “I’m okay” person, even when I wasn’t. People saw me as calm, helpful, always in control. But they didn’t see the quiet battles I was fighting behind closed doors.
By Mansoor khanabout a year ago in Poets
Whose Umbrella Will Shield You From Life's Storms?
People often have mistaken ideas about the simplicity of the adult world. Believes that peaceful years are merely a misconception because people handle significant challenges ahead while bearing heavy loads.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
This Body. Top Story - May 2025.
This body has crossed oceans of raging waters has been lost in storms at sea. Its possibilities are endless; its power is still surprising me.
By Raistlin Allenabout a year ago in Poets
Onions Are Not Gross
I heard someone say "Onions are not popular." ⚡☝️😡 Tasteless and insane! --- 🧅🧅--- Onions compliment Italian, and Mexican!
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets