Chelsea Quigley

Chelsea Quigley Dec 2023

Look at me,
How slick and sleek.
A lipstick to wear
With blush on my cheek.

A corset tied tight
To cut my breath.
A queasy,
Uneasy
Feeling lingers through my chest.

You took my neck,
One hand down my vest.

But I look my best,
As you say to the rest.

I am worthy now,

I have passed your test.

This poem is about women's beauty standards, and how men tend to 'rate' women based on their looks. How women feel pressured to look and act a certain way to win validation from men. If you can relate to this, please know you are beautiful just the way you are!

#feminism #life #love #beauty #misogyny

Chelsea Quigley Dec 2023

Like Mother like Daughter

Your words,
Taunt me.
An echo
Of your voice,
Haunts me.

You developed,
So coldly.
Proceeded to love me
So weakly.

Yet you turn,
To face me.
Say my name
So loudly.

Your grieving,
Of the old me.
Yet I ,
Face you.

No words
I spew,
Only hurt within truth,

As we are torn in two.

#childhood #parents #life #toxicity

Chelsea Quigley Dec 2023

One Last Time

Your eyes
Don’t speak the same.
They lay fallen,
Unable to look my way.

Your kiss
Was once passionate and sublime.
But your lips ,
As cold as ice,
Lay lazily on mine.

Your movement,
So rushed.
Our fingers barely touch.

For you caress my cheek,
One last time.

As I cry into your hand,
You stand away from mine.

This poem is about falling out of love with someone , the harsh pain of it and the effect it has. If you can relate to this, I hear you and you will get through this!

#love #breakup #reality #life #living #couple #romance

Chelsea Quigley Dec 2023

Son

He is gentle ,
Sleeping ,
Waking.

Tossing and turning,
Yearning,
Aching.

Voice unknown,
Only sound
That seems to linger.

Crying,
Screaming ,
A dramatic temper.

He is unknown to me,
Blood as cold as ice.

No rhythm in my heart
When I look into his eyes.

But alas,
He is mine,
And mine he shall become.

For I am young,
And choose to be one with my son.

This poem is a short poem simply about the effects of birth and motherhood. How one may become distant to their child at first and the struggle behind that. But in time they adapt and find love for their son/daughter with support. If anyone is struggling with post partum depression/psychosis, you are heard. You will get through this.

#post #partum #depression #love #life #motherhood

Chelsea Quigley Dec 2023

Acceptance to the Blues

The season of Winter
Has finally come.

Cold air and rain
Block rays of the sun.

A subtle stab to the soul,
Leaves bruising to show.
I scold myself.

‘Isn’t this memory too old?’

But I am truly bold.
For memory
Is not temporary,
But a rendition
Of a story,
We must let unfold.

And shall I feel it until the end of day?

No.

But acceptance to the blues,
Is truly okay.

This poem is about the ‘Winter Blues’ as people call it. It is about the acceptance of harsh memories that bubble up every now and then, and how it is truly okay to feel, even if it is buried in the past!

#memories #life #living

Chelsea Quigley Dec 2023

Don't Let Go

My lover,
Don't let go.
From sun to snow,
Through seasons
We flow.

Please , don’t let go.

Let hearts be full
In times of dull.
For time shall still
As our souls fill,

With love and light for you and I.

Now take my hand,
If you will.

And don't let go.

#love #joy #happiness #prosperity #life #living

Chelsea Quigley Dec 2023

A Stranger to my Eye

Who is that
I see?
Some reflection as strange as me.

Too frightened to
Be alone.
Overcome by a sad tone,
Overwhelming,
Overgrown.

But
Who is this?
Who have I become?

No one.

A fact of a stranger,
Looking through the mirror.

Uncanny,
A weak figure.

But alas,
That is me.

And I,
Have withered.

This poem is not personal to me, but this is solely about losing who you are. If you can relate to this, you are strong and I am very proud of you!

#lonliness #lost #life #living