Mental Health

Bending to Belong
Bending to Belong She is a whisper, she is a storm, A thousand selves in shifting form. The mirror bends, the echoes stray,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
The Elephant & The Rope
The Elephant and the Rope "As my friend was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from the ropes they were tied to but for some reason, they did not. My friend saw a trainer nearby and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Day-to-day
I’ve forgotten the simple pleasures that exist within a routine. Out of the shower, I emerge from the steam. No longer is my day decisively daunting, no more exists this irrational fear.
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
Trapped
Surrounded, strapped, so closely supervised. Executive functions taking charge of much greater things beyond earthly matters.
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
The Echo That Haunts My Ear
The Echo that haunts my ear A sound that lingers, sharp and near The whisper of death is drawing close. A threat of torn and shattered lives,
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
Personal Point of View
Anything can happen in the lion’s den, when the tormentor is big, then we feel smaller. All brawn, no brains. Physical world wears us down.
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
Live Authentically: Embrace Your True Self
Don’t be afraid of smooth talkers who say you are not mature enough. Don’t worry about smart people who claim you are not wise enough. And never accept the life others recommend to you without question. Instead, choose to stay true to yourself, follow your ideals, and listen to the call of your heart—only then can you live the most fulfilling life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
It Is Quiet
Image by Freepik *** My steps are hushed with silence in their pace. It is soft and sweet, so beautiful - with charm… As delicate as a woman in her grace,
By Mariana Busarova2 years ago in Poets
Heart
I hold you in my heart I have from the start And forever there you’ll remain To my dying day Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Some people live like this.
Some people wake up and wish they didn’t. They stare at the ceiling, counting cracks, counting reasons, counting how many days they’ve spent pretending to be okay. Some people shower just to sit on the floor, let the water hide the kind of crying you don’t make a sound for. Some people laugh in all the right places, say “I’m fine” like it’s their last name, then go home and wonder if anyone would notice if they just stopped showing up. Some people hold their phone for hours, typing, deleting, typing, deleting, because “I need help” is too heavy to send, and they don’t want to be a burden to people who stopped asking. Some people make it through the day by imagining the end of it. By measuring time in “just get through this,” by promising themselves they won’t do it, at least not tonight. Some people wake up and wish they didn’t. And some people don’t.
By delilah 2 years ago in Poets
The Chapter of Becoming
There comes a time, it's bound to show, When life won't look like you know. The dreams once held with tight hands, Now slip away like shifting sands.
By V2 years ago in Poets
I burned a bay leaf for luck
I burned a bay leaf for luck I lit a bay leaf, chasing money’s kiss, flavored it with honey, thought I couldn’t miss. But flames grew wild,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets