We don’t need higher wallsWe need deeper rootsIn the cracks of concreteA seed breaks loose Stuck in a cageRotting awayBut never let the rotDecay you away Decay becomes soilBroken down and nourished more than everNot just rotten, spoiled Bring in …
Spiraling by Heather Keebaugh
trapped, trapped in the spiral I see a group of friends playing laughing having fun there’s an opening to join but the anxiety says shut yourself out I listen to my fears, I keep myself an outsider, never failing but …
Come Alive by William Stoddard
I have looked death in its face,So close I brushed it with my fingertips.Then I turned and walked away.Now I know what death is, and what it is not.I know what matters in life and what does not.I gave life …
Hold Strong by Autumn Dodge
Hold strong, Hold tight. Don’t let go, Even when the winds blow wild. Stand firm. Stay true, For those who lean on you. In all you do, There is meaning. Someone sees, Someone knows. And though you may not see …
Expectations by Jaiden Grunkemeyer
I feel an ache deep in my soulI feel like I’m losing controlI sense colors all around my faceMy thoughts take me through all time and spaceI feel as though I’m losing my gripOne more second thought and I might …
Time Kleptomania by Clara V. Bailey
The quiet care home set the summer straight A cough in the stale air, and one more day of ventilated pain Children march ahead of their footsteps Into some land of lust and falling asleep in front of bad TV …
anxiety tides by Heather Keebaugh
the worries come in waves (annoying), flowing through me, leaving pain in their wake here I sit on the beach of my mind, stuck as the tide flows in (too much), wanting to wash me back into the spiral rocks …
SILENT BIRDS by Nicole Ayala
The world hasn’t been the same since I last heard your laugh. Suddenly the Earth shifted, my heart is at half-mast. The day you died, the birds were silent. The air stood still, the sky turned violent. I cried for …
Grief and Love by Jasmine Johnson
I don’t believe love cuts, I believe love carves. It carves out spaces for little babies to sitcomfortably, and nestle their heads. Lost love creates voids for others to scream intothat echo, so they feel heard. Love leaves grooves articulated …
The only way out is through – life poem by Tiffany Triefler
I was alone, but I wasn’t really.They were around, but they weren’t really there.Did I dream it all? I tried to make myself small.I told the world I didn’t need anything.I always made it known that I didn’t need anyone.Maybe …