anxiety is a broken car alarm in your mind, a mosquito whining in your ear, a shimmering hole in your vision. it gnaws at the edges of your days, an insatiable termite that burrows into your soul.
This short poem is about overcoming mental health challenges, even when they’re not what you expected.
Panic pulled her under the surface, depression held her there until her lungs burned and her vision went dark around the edges.
Resigned to drowning, she opened her mouth to take one last breath but something was different now: she had grown gills.
It was difficult and unexpected, but she lived.
This short poem is about the importance of taking some quiet time at the end of each day.
Self care for introverts…..
Every day, she swims through dark waters even though she can’t see the shore. She smiles and helps and tries her best even though they ask for more.
She lives for the darkness past the end of the day, the starry hour when she can close her door and bathe in the silence.
This short poem is about how a pretty shiny exterior can conceal a lot of pain.
The manic pixie dream girl knows all about hiding her pain. She dances and twirls and flashes her brilliant wit like a dagger. She glitters and shimmers and weaves beautiful lies like a siren. When the party ends, she winks at her besotted admirers and goes home with despair.
This short poem is about taking all the time you need to heal, even when the wounds are invisible.
This short poem is about the journey from turmoil to peace, in whatever form it takes.
The temple of healing
Her mind was once a battleground where fear and anger warred and despair bound love in iron chains. Now it is a quiet temple where love and kindness learn to walk once again.