Resilience is leaving an abusive home | Resilience is living in 3 homeless shelters | Resilience is what makes me | Stronger than my past experiences
Resilience
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One More Light – One Year On
Chester’s art was powerful, emotive, unique and beautiful. It never failed to make me feel intensely; I ache when I listen to it.
Mirror
When I look in the mirror | There is nothing to see | I am blinded by the feeling |Just not wanting to be | She used to be there | Many moons ago
I’ll never have that
The special something that bewitched me | I’ll never have that | That lingering hug | I’ll never have that | The look that says ‘I want you’
Depression is not beautiful
depression is not beautiful | everything is overwhelming, dark and sad | even when it’s sunny, you see dark clouds | it’s a mental breakdown every day
Searching – Am I impossible to love?
Thought I was impossible to love | Demonised when my only way to cope was to shed blood | People told me that they cared, but they showed me otherwise |
Painting a picture
If a picture paints a thousand words | Then I must learn to draw, | ‘Cause you don’t seem to hear my words | Or know what I chose them for.
Expressing Emotions Through Poetry
By Laura Owen Whenever I feel my anxiety and depression creeping in, it consequently distracts me from being able to put forth my best efforts – whether that is at work, school, or during social events. Something I find helpful in distressing moments is to express myself through poetry. There Continue Reading
Invisible Girl
Invisible Girl | When I don’t share what I write | When I have no voice to speak | When I feel so cold | When I’m all alone | I want to scream to the world.
I Don’t
I don’t run, of fear to fall. I don’t write, of fear to disappoint. Sometimes, I do things. Sometimes, I manage. But I’m just so afraid.
Guarded Strings
i don’t know how, but you did. you carved into my chest like a daisy’s root into soil. the tender tears of slow devotion that left a certain mark.
Something Inside
The thoughts in my head, the fears in my heart, sometimes it’s just way too much. I try, and I breathe, and I live, and so repeat.