Mental Health

Lost in the Darkness
I wander through shadows that never recede, A silence that suffocates, louder than need. The weight of the night presses deep in my chest,
By Richard Bailey2 years ago in Poets
A Forest Shower
Introduction This is a villanelle example for the forthcoming "Showers And Fools" Challenge that has been inspired by the image above. I really liked it, but it wasn't right for the story I was writing. To me, it cries out for a story of the joy of experiencing showers and rain in a beautiful forest.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
When You Reach the Top Rung
There’s an old scam— they say there’s a ladder with endless rungs. And you must climb as many as you can. If you don’t,
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Oasis
I’m thirsty— For real healing… I’m thirsty— For real feelings… I’m thirsty— For real recovery… I’m thirsty— For Self-Discovery…
By Donnie Barlow2 years ago in Poets
You Were Never Really Listening
Your True Direction By R. T. Garner A reflection on what it feels like to be unheard when you need it most. Read more here Are You Really Listening?
By R.T. Garner2 years ago in Poets
A Universe Away
My gaze travels to you across the endless valley of our dinner table as my mind molds a ruthless stampede of questions from the clay of your silence.
By DLC2 years ago in Poets
Roots in the Dark
Roots in the Dark She weaves walls with her words, twisting trust into caution, fear into fact."They don’t care for you," she murmurs, eyes sharp with knowing.Father's hands, distant, others' smiles, suspect—she plants doubt like seeds in the soil of their hearts.
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
A writers shadowy piece. Content Warning.
Drowning in one’s illusions, suffocated by the façade you put on, going nuts over the controversial assumptions you make while having conversations with friends, the eagerness to go back to yourself, your home.
By Andra river2 years ago in Poets
I sat the test AGAIN.
I sat the test again. Same desk. Same pen. Same weight in my chest, same voice in my head saying, “Not this same test.” “How pathetic to be doing this AGAIN?! TCH.”
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Less is More
Abundance does not necessarily mean more. Sometimes it is just the opposite. If you want to live an abundant life, you may need less, not more.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Killing Time
Remembrance comes shrieking out of me like the sound of tires screeching on pavement ~~~ Relief just as great as seeing I've stopped
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
When the Soul is Tired
When the soul is tired, it feels like an empty house. The windows are shut tight, the doors creak on old hinges, and the wind sneaks in through the cracks, howling like a lost animal.
By Kiranmai2 years ago in Poets