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Everytime I take a breath
I feel like it's a struggle
I feel like multiple pairs of hands
are squeezing my neck
and when I go to pry them free
my arms are so tired from fighting
I can barely lift them this time
My phone is going off consistently
from people who need me for God knows what
and the sound of the phone
makes me want to throw up
Everything hurts but mentally list after list
of every stupid ******* thing I have to do
just keeps getting longer
and the longer the list
the more I'm tempted to sign myself into a place where I can take a **** nap
without being woken up to what feels like the deepest part of the ocean with no scuba diving mask
I feel like I'm in a plane about to crash
and no matter how hard I try I can't get access to a mask to help me breath
I feel like I am always suffocating
and every breath I take I feel my ribs
crushing around my insides until I pass out
I wake up and there I am again
before my alarm even has a chance to make noise I am lying in the dark
because I know what's about to come
The choking, the suffocation,
the screaming into the void because no one can hear me
My alarm goes off
and just like clockwork the hands tighten around my neck
and I'm blue before I even had a cup of coffee
It's midnight
The first snowfall of the year has arrived
and I'm glued to my living room window in wonder
like a child seeing the world for the first time
As snowflakes accumulate on the ground
I think about the times when I used to be so excited for snow
I couldn't sleep for days
I would look for any sign of snow
as if my life depended on it
Then when it finally fell
I'd step outside without a jacket  
close my eyes and let myself fall into another world
I'd pretend I was in a world where snow permanently covered anything ugly
A world where my only concern was which color plaid coffee cup I should use
I would drift off to a world where I could sit in silence for hours
as if I could stop time with my mindfulness
I didn't worry about how cold I was
I didn't worry about frostbite
I just stood still as a chilly wind whispered promises of change and magic
I'd open up my eyes
and just like that I was in a wonderland so pure I felt like a snow angel
As I sit here looking through my front room window
the snow dances with the street lights in a way that makes me think of the Nutcracker
I open my front door hoping I'm not too late
I step outside with no jacket on
and I find a piece of ground untouched by snow
I stand with my eyes closed
and immediately let myself fall into my world of wonderland magic
❄️
You're never too old to be excited for the magic of snow
Isn't is incredible to know
that God took his time creating
you the way he did the stars?
Isn't it insane to try to wrap your head around the fact that when God looks at you his heart explodes the way yours does whenever you look at the moon?
Isn't is breathtaking to know that despite the evil that plagues society here on the ground there is a heaven just waiting to open it's gates to you if you dare to believe and accept God into your heart?
Isn't is a miracle that if you pretended that every star was a love letter written to you from God you can't help but cry because you mean that much to him?
Yes to all of it
It is incredible
It is insane
It is breathtaking
It is a miracle
I believe I was created perfect in God's image
I believe his heart explodes whenever I say his name
I believe there is a place for me in heaven
I believe that I am part of a miracle
I believe that my existence has a purpose
I believe and it's all so beautiful
Tear soaked poetry
with the smell of marijuana in the air
Candles trying hard to stay alive
through a storm that wants to break apart everything it touches
I took am going through a storm
and it's like walking through a haunted house with no end
Everytime I think I'm close to getting a break
something guts me and I'm forced to spill out my pain onto paper as if that will stop my heart from bleeding but it doesn't
The temporary release is like ****
You're okay for the time being
until you're puking your feelings on paper again
A candle dies as I take another hit from my pipe
I feel sad
but just like my soul I relight the flame
and hope that despite all of the ******* that tries to blow it out
It will dance with it's burning *******
in the air making everyone wonder how it's still standing
Remember me as the girl who understood that behind every unkind word or action
is a soul in agony just screaming for help

Remember me as the girl who saw someone crying and refused to leave the person's side until their smile came shining through

Remember me as a girl who nurtured everything she touched so she didn't feel the pull of motherhood the way some girls do because she was already a mother in a million other ways

Remember me as the girl who spoke of Jesus even at the risk of getting yelled at by someone who chose hate over tolerance

Remember me as the girl who always had a pen in her hand because the thoughts in her head as evil as they could be turned into words that shaped the soul of whoever read them

Remember me as the girl who saw sadness so deep yet she found reasons to never give up

Remember me as the girl who loved even when others didn't deserve her heart
because she knows what's it's like to be hated just for being who you are

Remember me as the girl who wore compassion on her sleeve
because the only thing she ever wanted
was for no one to be sad

Remember me as the girl who was brave enough to break apart and sew herself back together despite the pain

Remember me as the girl who was always willing to drop what she was doing
just to dance alone in the rain
I hope life is so kind to you
you will do everything in your power to spread kindness
I hope the love that finds you
treats you right and makes you feel like your constantly flying
I hope your dreams come true and when they do
I hope you stay humble enough to help others reach their dreams too
I hope you get to experience God's grace
in a way that leaves you breathless
I hope you spend more time listening to your heart
instead of the opinions of others
I hope you get to have a child of your own
so you get the opportunity to truly learn how to live unconditionally
I hope the chains to a fear that is holding you back finally breaks
so you can set a new path for future generations
I hope you learn to love yourself so passionately
hate never has the chance to take up space in your heart
I hope that you grow to understand that life
is full of so much wonder
and your beating heart plays a huge role in that wonder
To the soul reading this your life is just beginning. It doesn't matter how old you are or what your circumstances are. God has big plans for you. It's time to get excited about life again.
All my life people have looked at me as someone they can walk all over. They see me as less than them because I don't fit the social norms. I can't remember a time in my past where I wasn't trying to impress someone because I was always told I needed to do and be better. I've been slapped around for speaking up. I've been put down over stupid **** that no young person should be put down for. I was held to standards that shouldn't have been forced on me. I was a doormat for so many years and I thought one day someone is going to come along and save me from the emotional wreckage that was my life. What I didn't know was that I was capable of saving myself. Instead of lowering my voice I needed to raise it. Instead of walking with my head low I needed to walk with my head high and when someone wanted to project their ******* onto me I needed to stop blaming myself and start telling that person to *******. So I did. I took a hammer and broke down the walls I built up because some ******* couldn't handle someone who was different. I scrubbed off all of the insults that were painted on me until my skin bled. I looked myself in the mirror and stopped feeling sorry for myself and started asserting myself. I ******* people and I still do. I get criticized for standing up for myself but the ones who are bothered by my strength are the ones who tried to take it from me. I am not the person I used to be and I'm grateful for that. I no longer take orders I give them. I'm no longer the punching bag I am the boxer who isn't afraid to get in the ring. I am not the one to ignore an insult. I am the ***** who will kindly knock on your door and ask you to repeat to me to my face what you said behind my back and then watch you look like an idiot trying to come up with some lie we both know is *******. My crown is no longer crooked and damaged. It's been repaired. I've replaced the ruby's with diamonds and instead of setting the crown on a shelf to look at out of fear of making someone feel bad I've decided to wear it and trust me it feels good to not allow anyone to have power over me in any way. There is a new ***** in town and trust me anyone who gets in my way will be walking dog food when I get done with them. To the ones who still need to be knocked off of your pedestals enjoy your rein as ******* because you will be losing your crowns soon.
I will be thirty this year and my only regret is allowing other people to dictate my life for so long and telling me what kind of person they think I should be. I still have time to change my life and become the person I was always meant to be. My only hope for anyone who reads this poem is that they have the same realization and they take back their power before it's too late.
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