Mental Health
Tidal Wave
Manufactured like a commodity. You instigated war but were never prepared for battle. I've learned to enjoy the silence so loud. I can't wait for your disappearance to never matter. You embellished details to the extreme. Condescending tone and ego overload. Your effort was always conditional. I can't wait for your charlatan spine to finally fold. You had already given up the fight. I stayed behind to fix the broken tracks. You manifested grief but also resilience. I can't make up all there is that you lack. I transferred all my anger into power. There is still un-tethered rage forever floating. You couldn't swim against this massive tidal wave. I held my breath because you can't stand me winning. You can't stop this from emerging. You sank from the shipwreck but I resurfaced. There is electricity coursing through me. I knew I was always better than this. You gave me a noose and a purpose. You offered confinement but I chose asylum. This vacant sea gave birth to the tsunami in me. You were certain of my failure where there was none. I'm taming my doubts and anxiety. You were assembled and constructed like a fabrication. I searched for the authentic parts of you. But you were always so artificial just like your imagination. You didn't know I hid bolt cutters up my sleeve. I braved the storm and survived the lonely night. I know now I can face the next tidal wave alone. You can choose to pray while I continue the good fight
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
"A RED ROSE FOR MY LATE POPPA VIC". Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
Today I 'reflected back' to September 1996. The story is written by me, a 75-year-old woman. However, the video reflects views of an older woman and as a young girl who was always their daddy’s little girl. February 14, 2025, is a day of reflection. My conclusion is now and always was, “My Poppa was my dearest and most caring Valentine a girl could wish for. Happy Valentine’s Day!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
