Chelsea Quigley

Chelsea Quigley Jan 19

Why?.
A question so repetitive,
It stifles my mind.

As the more I think,
The less I hide.

The more I speak,
The less I lie.

The more I feel,
The less I disguise.

For the more I live,

The less I am alive.

This poem is about self-conflict and uncertainty in life. Some of us feel hopeful, some not so much, some more energized, some more tired. It is a constant cycle for some, and I wish nothing more than happiness and faith for you all.

#life #living #lifecycle #mental #health

Chelsea Quigley Jan 17

A Little Flower, For You

My truest darling,
I plucked a flower for you.
Vibrant,
And fragile,
Just like us two.

You were soft,
And supple,
Like these pretty petals.
I hold it closely,
Away from nettles.

I will water it daily,
On your behalf.
No matter if this breath,
Shall be my last.

And although you're beneath
The soil and sands,

This flower,
My angel,
Shall never leave my hand.

This poem is about someone's lover passing away, but the love will never die.

#love #death #emotional #life #living

Chelsea Quigley Jan 16

Wounds

TW: MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM

My body,
My punishment.
This world is cruel,
And I,
The puppet.

A stabbing sadness,
Shrivels my heart.
Pain,
Becomes painless,
As skin,
Becomes art.

Woes to wounds,
The sheets I have bled.
As a desire,
So deadly,

Leads me to temptation,
Again.

#mental #health #depression #sadness

Chelsea Quigley Jan 15

Little House

My love,
I built a house for you.
A sacred comfort,
A room for two.

Your woes and troubles,
Are mine to soothe.
The path you face
I will walk too.

And when I do,
I shall guide you home.
In the arms of mine,

You are never alone.

#love #friendship #relationship #hope #happiness #comfort

Chelsea Quigley Jan 14

Clocks

How joyous I would be,
If time would slow.
Take a breather,
Let us flow.

From hours to minutes,
They turn to seconds.
Living in limits,
Having no presence.

I deeply sigh,
For time is too rapid.
Too impatient to wait,
Too ravenous to stop it.

As now the clock,
Reaches to nine.
And here I lay,
Wishing,
Of a world without time.

This poem is personal to me, as I live quite a busy life (as some of my loved ones would know!) and it's difficult to take a moment when time isn't fast. If you can relate to this, I hear you and understand your difficulties.

#life #time #living

Chelsea Quigley Jan 14

Grow

My angel.
A mind so kind,
So curious.
You have rekindled my joy,
My purpose.

But now,
I can't help but feel alone.
As you walk down an aisle,
Smothered in rose.

And I,
Hold a lump in my throat.

You have finally grown.

This short poem is about parents who may be feeling a deep sadness and loneliness for their children who are now fully grown. It is so natural for some to feel that way, for their child has been with them since birth. You are happy and proud, but also sad and that is completely understandable. If you are one of these people, I hear you.

#parents #children #life

Chelsea Quigley Jan 13

Life Cycle

Growth.
A beautiful thing,
For the mind and soul.

From young to old,
To secrets untold.

In youth I thrived
Through actions of bold.

As I have lived
Through thick and thin.

And let my story unfold.

But all is well,
For my soul is home.
In the arms of death,

I am free to roam.

This poem is more so about the end of life and acceptance to it. Most of us find the concept of death and moving on scary, but it is the cycle of life , and it’s something that is bound to happen. Although it is heartbreaking , it is also a stage of pure peace and serenity. I hope you all enjoy !

#life #death #living