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elementalevolutions · 22 days

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Unveiling the Radiance Within: A Poem of Triumph and Transformation

Written By: Shianna S. with Elemental Evolutions on 4/28/2024 In the depths where shadows creep and linger,Where doubts and fears take root and grow,There lies a soul, a heart unsure, a singer,Lost in the echoes of sorrow’s cruel blow. But hark! Through the silence, a whisper breaks,A gentle reminder of the strength within,For even in darkness, a light awakes,Guiding the lost, the broken, to…

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acurlygirlamy1 · 7 months

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LET THEM

Let them argue

let them fight

let them think

they are right

let them gossip

let them rage

let them build

themselves a cage

let them judge

let them talk

let them walk

the way they walk

let them laugh

behind your back

they cannot push you

from your track

let them steal

each other’s joy

let them silence

virtue’s voice

let them wrestle

for the throne

let them pick flesh

from their bones

but of all

you let them do

do not let them

alter you

keep your focus

on the sky

and all the beauty

you pass by

stay within

your well-built walls

and answer only

worthy calls

let them lie

if they must

it’s yourself

you need to trust.

Donna Ashworth

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#letthem #thistooshallpass #mentalhealthpoem

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posttraumaticsarah · 4 years

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mere singleton

I.

In times of extreme stress

a Picture can

walk away from

a cardboard box

and fly home to

Fenwick Island, Delaware

to survive...

It’s thoughts like these that make me feel less alone

because

I can’t be the only one.

Surely,

some other kid

has a grandma with a beach house

and on a glass table

there’s a million

confused

abandoned

Puzzle

Pieces

arguing

pointing fingers at each other,

Is it you that she’s running from?

A Cloud says

The Picture,

she untacked herself

from the Ground up

leaving us in

Pieces...

no one can find the Butterfly’s beginnings

and now Zebra Stripes are filling in the edges

the Seaside isn’t sure where the Shore is

and for some reason the Sun is setting

behind a Tree.

Nothing makes sense anymore

Except

the Picture,

she took the Jungle

far, far away from here

yet

wherever she is

she has all four sides

to a complete Rectangle

and

no Part of her is lost

when every Part of her has been left

somewhere else.

II.

We are the spark

igniting popsickle stick friction

Our tiny sailboat Revvs away into next week

and

We

are the electricity

two cups on a string

need

to

Ring

God

Sarah,

don’t worry

you have a

failsafe

a

child’s biology is made of

yellow

hexagons

and

green

triangles

to

build

and

build...

We are the lines drawn on an etch-a-sketch

but I am the left over muddied gray with an indentation

I...

I’m now a Person of Plurality

I’m Multiple

I have

Alters

Parts

Personalities

Protectors

Persecutors

Fictivs

Littles

We

Us

(Not

I

Me)

and

my heart breaking

is

amplified

by the grief and guilt

of

only one of us

carrying the pain.

We...

We are the words between the metaphors spoken In Doctor’s offices

Because

Not All Puzzles have a Picture.

Some Brownie Mixes carry their wet ingredients around in an Urn.

and

A Glass Bowl Shatters as anger cancels out strength....

We

have twenty closets

to come out of

that have nothing to do

with our sexuality

and

I...

I am

a failed parent

I am

responsible for all of us.

I

am

alone.

III.

The louder a glass bowl shatters

the stronger it survives...

You see, it’s thoughts like these that make me feel less alone because...

Please tell me,

I am not the only

person in the world

who has dropped a glass bowl

onto a hard-wood floor

and discovered

all of it’s might splayed across a thousand sharp shards

screaming so loud

that

each broken piece couldn’t hold on and scream at the same time.

I held each of one of them in my hand

and thought

How hard did you have to hold on?

#poetry #poem #mywork #my work #did #osdd #mentalhealth #mentalhealthpoems #depression #did system #osdd system #poets of tumblr #poetry of tumblr #mental health

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anon2302-blog · 5 years

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Tatumn

Stop calling my name

You're not real

You don't exist

Stop watching me

Stop calling me

I want to leave this place

But I'm not healthy

And you're not real

Stop calling my name

Stop lurking in the shadows

I hear you

But they don't

I'm tired

So tired

Stop calling my name

You were gone for a while

I was happy for once

Why didn't you stay away

I was happy without you

Why did you come back?

Stop calling my name

T.Blaauw

#sadthings #psychosis #mentalhealthpoems #helpme #medication

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factoryerror23-blog · 6 years

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Sharp as Your Words

In a perfect world I could brush it off. I could forget about it. But not here, not now. No matter how hard I press I could never cut as deep as your words. They slice into my mind like an uninvited guest. Burrowing and making their home there. They announce themselves as they please, “ugly” they call, “fat” they scream, “worthless” they whisper. Over and over, a broken record only for me. They drown out everything else until all I can hear are the voices of you, of all of you telling me what I am and not giving me a place to decide for myself.

-i.s.

#poems #poetry #mentalhealthpoems #selfharmpoems #selfharm #helpyourself #bullying #poetsontumblr #words #mywords #wordsareweapons #bekind #benice

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hollowthoughtsfromwithin · 4 years

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Recovery Recovery they whisper in my ear As if I should be ashamed Ashamed for locking myself away Kneeling on my bathroom floor Hands steady as rows of crimson form intricate patterns down my porcelain skin Recovery Recovery they say As if a few months in therapy will fix me Therapy where my answers are false words tumbling from my clenched jaw Words that come as easy as breathing Lies. Recovery Recovery they yell I cower in the corner of a mansion crafter by my own mentality Bashed and bruised by their false ideals of “happy” 10 months clean they applaud Their applause worsening the feeling of hopelessness You’ve recovered You’ve recovered they congratulate The sharp edge of a blade has not pierced my thin layers of protection Yet behind my curled lips and bright eyes is something not so visible When you quit one habit a new one will take its place Breaking a habit is a good thing A liberty from a past failure But they never say what happens when the new habit bears its ugly fangs Fangs of hollow insides and bile pooling from my mouth Fangs of limited calories and excessive amounts of water Recovered Recovered I’ve been told

my midnight thoughts

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thecoloursofmylife · 3 years

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burned down

#mentalhealth #poetry #mentalhealthpoem #my poetry #mypoem

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gritandgracepoetry · 4 years

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I am one with this empty bed,

Washed over with existential dread

For the sake of all that is holy.

I just want long nights with someone to hold me,

I am but a weeping willow holding onto this cold, damp pillow.

I am nothing without validation,

Condemnation of the sharp tongue,

That becons me and fills me with love.

Not all who wander are lost,

But who am I and what is the cost,

To bring this emptiness as a burden

And when will it be over and closed to a curtain.

I have nothing left.

#grief poem #poems of tumblr #sad #mentalhealthpoem #lovepoem #depressionpoem

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lib-land · 2 years

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nothingness

I’m standing on the edge now.

Time to say my prayers and leap.

#depression #depressionpoetry #iloveyou #youareloved #youareenough #mentalhealthpoem #poem #poetry #poet #sadpoetry #griefpoem #suicideprevention

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is-this-self-care · 2 years

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sircharlesthepoet · 2 years

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Self-Repression

a scene to relive my lifei am filled with regretsas i imagine the potential possibilitieswhile my present has no flux i sing, i raini whine, i designi curse the earthquestion common sense and sanity my life is lived more in my imaginationwhere the wisdom that me, myself and i have discoveredpaints everyone as the opposition you will suffer if your consciousness affirms you’re meant tothe world…

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#happyontheoutside #internalizedselfhate #letstalkaaboutit #lifelessons #mentalhealthadvocate #mentalhealthdifficulties #mentalhealthpoem #mentalhealthpoetry #poetrycommunity #selfhate #selfrepression

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hallofsidney · 3 years

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This fight is a beautiful one... ————————————————— #sidneyhall #sidneyhallpoetry #hallofsidney #heartinpoetries #poemsporn_ #writersofinstagrampoems #poetsofinstagrampoetry #depressionpoems #mentalhealthpoem #poetictherapy #poetryofthesoul #poetryforthesoul #bleedingsoulpoets #poetryrise https://www.instagram.com/p/CLcEm-LhdMZ/?igshid=46u73xp6umrj

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itstherebeccashow · 5 years

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It’s hard when you’re always lying, hiding the way you feel. Losing sight on truthful words and forgetting what’s real. It’s hard when you can’t laugh and you’re scared that someone might see. Hoping no one saw your face as you struggle to remember to breathe. It’s hard to pretend you’re happy and you’re terrified someone will ask. It’s becoming harder everyday, it’s quite the task. You feel when your body shakes, as it searches for something to hold. Temperature feels hot, your heart and mind feel cold. Your throat feels like it’s closing, and your legs are weak. You try your hardest to grasp a breath, but there’s not even enough to speak. Your hands remain unsteady, your heart pounds like a drum. Even though you can barely walk, you fight the urge to run. You scream as the world starts to spin and your knees drop to the ground. You realize in that moment you’re having another breakdown. #worldmentalhealthday #selfcare #dontbescared #gethelp #noshame #peorty #mentalhealthpoem https://www.instagram.com/p/B3c2LJqnM4lBK1JTOU5aqNMGWr_VYY1tSkBeEA0/?igshid=vuhg9mdoy33a

#worldmentalhealthday #selfcare #dontbescared #gethelp #noshame #peorty #mentalhealthpoem

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posttraumaticsarah · 5 years

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As Sun sleeps and wakes it counts each and every tendril of sunshine, weeping for the next time it can get a hold of you. Even Sun can be sad because it misses your presence, one less Sun-ray today. Sun feels a little bit smaller without you and it wants you to know that you really, really, really, really, matter. There is a way to burrow holes through the darkest corners of the universe letting even the tiniest beam in, make Sun so happy to get to see you again.

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ashtenlightpoetry · 3 years

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**Trigger warning: brief discussion of abuse.** "Selfish" - a poem by Ashten Light. Friendly reminder that non-physical abuse is just as abusive. Emotional, verbal, and mental abuse are also extremely detrimental and painful to go through. I am so proud of everyone who has come out the other side of such awful situations. Break the cycle. 💖 Sending love! ~tags~ #poetsofinstagram #writersshare #poetstribe #poetrycommunity #writersaroundtheworld #poetscity #poetsandpoetryy #shewrites #poetictthoughts #words #poems #poets #poetry #instapoetry #poetryisnotdead #poetryrise #poetrybook #inkedpoetry #bleedingsoulpoetry #poetsandwriters #warriorsofmentalhealth #mentalillness #mentalillnesspoetry #depression #anxiety #adhd #mentalhealth #sadpoetry #mentalhealthpoems #mentallyill https://www.instagram.com/p/CNTFdAoFLVD/?igshid=2v72vh1gfcz7

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factoryerror23-blog · 6 years

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16 Floors up

the world hates me up here and all i’m trying to do is live

16 floors up

And the ground looks so beautiful

What I would give to be one of them

Caught in the throng of people always coming and going

Living the lives they were born to

And here I am

16 floors up

Getting ready to jump

#help #poem #mentalhealth #mentalhealthpoems #poetry #poetsontumblr

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