Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
flareongal
flareongal
35/F/Canadian Writing has always been a way of coping and finding peace. I have loved poetry since I was young and continue to read it (a lot) and write it (a little) when the moment strikes.
Hello, My name is Steph And I am a domestic violence survivor. I remember telling a Social Worker That I was just collecting evidence For my own ****** trial. There were too many days Where I truly expected To die. Once upon a time, Common things like white trucks And orange safety gear And every single noise Sent a shiver of panic Down my spine. Now I think about it less, More like when a student Tells me about her situation And that she feels trapped, Just like I did. I guess this is what we call Healing.
0
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
Let's Call Them Baby Steps
I don't know the last time I saw your house. I guess I always thought I could go back one more time. It never occurred to me That one day it would cease to be My home. Your home? Home. Your kitchen replays In my head - Your happy place, Where you were busy, Doting and loving, Decorating the home In curry smells and Forgetting to sit, Forgetting to eat. Busy has always been Your coping strength And I know you busy yourself In your new kitchen, Living with family, But not being needed The same way he needed you. I wonder if you will find peace in solitude Or comfort in family Or if you will find yourself so busy That you don't even have to think About losing your home.
0
Jun 27, 2023
Jun 27, 2023 at 1:55 AM UTC
Losing Your Home
Before you, I always assumed Falling in love felt like skydiving; Those butterflies, Nervous flutters, That only subsided When your feet touched the ground And you were still alive. I never knew That falling in love Was really the moment before You fall asleep; When you are cuddled up Beside your favourite person And you realize Nothing could feel as peaceful As you do, right then. Falling for you Feels like coming home; Like security; Like friendship; Like falling in love Is supposed to feel.
0
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 11:23 PM UTC
I Never Want to Skydive Again
Miss Holly, You would have had Just the most beautiful smile And the brightest eyes. I am sure your laugh Would have lit up my world And I know our souls would sing When we saw each other. But I also know We would have hard times, Maybe more hard times, And I don’t want to bring you into the world To struggle, beside me. Maybe we might have had Good days and weeks, even months, But I am coming out of The hardest chapter in my life And you are not the closure This chapter needs. I don’t know If I will ever have children Who live on this side of my mind, But you will always live Inside my heart.
0
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 11:11 PM UTC
Holly Patricia
I don’t know if you realize Your strength, Your kindness, Your love Or how you changed my life Before you could talk And how you still make it better Every day. I would not be Who I am today If not for watching you grow And loving every moment of it Life has hit you With chaos, With harsh winds, With disregard And you still stand, Even with tears in your eyes, To fight again. I know you are My baby sister And I lived into my teens Before you were even imagined, But I still gain inspiration From knowing you And I am a better person For having you In my world.
0
Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 8:32 PM UTC
Thankful For You
It has been two months Since you left me, Since I moved out of our home, Since I refused to go back, Even after you begged me to stay, Two months Since I told you I loved you, Or laid in your arms, Or cried all alone Or felt you walk away. Two months And I started growing stronger Investing in myself Instead of someone who only wants me When it is convenient or easy or useful. Two months And here I stand Knowing I am so much better off And I know life will have Such better days for me, Filled with love Or beauty, Or myself.
0
Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 7:56 PM UTC
Two Months
You shattered me into a million pieces and I couldn't help but pick the scabs. I didn't even know who I was when I finally left, but I deadbolted the door and I walked away. I walk on, with no destination in mind but there is a treasure map with a glowing X that says "healing." When I call out to you, I know what I really need is to be validated, understood, loved. I now recognize that no matter what I do, you are not capable of giving me what I need. Tonight I will give myself the compassion I tried to give to you. Tonight I will give myself the love I desire, the love I deserve.
0
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 12:17 AM UTC
When the Narcissist Disappears
It is hard to watch As you stumble through, Not knowing Who you are I know you need Space and time To figure out this world But I am standing nearby, To catch you If you fall I’m right here I’ve been there You are never alone
0
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
To My Sister Part 2
Your faults speckle Across the sky Illuminating your strengths Constellations Exposing Your soul I don’t need Perfection I need you
0
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 10:34 PM UTC
Perfection
The idea of you Is terrifying and beautiful All rolled into one But I believe you will stay A dream, a vision Of a possibility I never really wanted.
0
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
To Our Baby Part 2