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victoria-27
victoria-27
Just like that I'm pushed back to the shadows I longed for the light back But this inner demons fight, I war I can't win. And I want to give up Then you come by , smiling, reassuring me That you'd help me. You've given me hope To survive,to keep fighting, to never give. Now I'm here, ready to fight back I turn smiling just to meet the space empty Then it dawn on me you were never there It was I Giving myself hope To survive, to keep fighting,to never give up. Now I've survived No more in the shadows. And I'm grateful for this inner strength ☺️
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Aug 22, 2025
Aug 22, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
Shadows And Hope👤👤
Here’s your piece again with the title included: --- Wildest thought roams freely in my mind. I want to hold her— hands pinned to wall, breath against her ear, and claim her with hickeys, enough to chase men from her. ---
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May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 3:40 AM UTC
BRANDED DESIRES
--- Been living in my head all day. How it saddens— yet gladdens my heart. ---
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May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
Been in my head 😞🙂
--- What do I know? Nothing. But I carry it all — Like silence carries thunder Right before it falls. Act like I know nothing, While the weight of everything Rests on my chest, Unspoken. Everything comes crashing — But I’m still here. Holding up. Pushing through the quake, Gathering the crumbs, The little stones From the ruin of the building That once stood tall in me. I piece them back, One fragment at a time, Stronger than before. Not flawless — But forged. How can emotions hold me Like chains with no key? Like winds I can't see But feel everywhere? I can't even taste The sweetness of relief — Just the sharp salt Of everything I keep. ---
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 4:46 AM UTC
Crumbs And Stones
--- Depressed—fighting silent wars, Demons whisper through the pores Of my thoughts. I try to stand, But the weight won't leave my hands. I'm not done. I'm not yet through, But it's hard—what can I do? I’ve got to fight for sanity, But it's draining all of me. Only midday, yet I’m bare, Empty lungs and vacant stare. This is more than tired breath— This is what depression says. ---
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May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 4:06 AM UTC
HALF DAY
--- Laughing aimlessly, trying to forget my depressed soul— so lonely. How cool would it be to feel normal, like others do— not always thinking about my broken life, or how it might turn out. But in all, we must keep going. --- Vickie
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May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
KEEP GOING