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Internally, she crumbles.

She doesn't know where she's
been the past few months.
Living in a bad nightmare.

Depersonalization.
Derealization.

As the robot mask of herself
pulls her along.
Drags her through it.

As her personality fades,
Sense of self depletes.

Others question why,
or why she couldn't have prevented this.

"You should have known better" -
A phrase that feels like a dagger
piercing her heart.

Blame
Shame
Fault.

She's a bird with a broken wing.

Mere months ago, this wasn't the case.
She was a bird soaring high.
Felt helpful, useful, proud.
Ecstatic to be using her knowledge
for good and supporting and
advocating for those she cared about most.
Using her intelligence and learning.

How dare you shame her
blame her.
She has more guts and strength
than you'll ever know.
She conquered darkness,
a feat few can say.

She built a life worth living,
and now that's slipping away.

So call her flakey
Call her stupid

Judge her all you want.

But she knows she is powerful
courageous
brave
insightful
reflective

A force to be reckoned with
A phoenix rising from the ashes.

She'll shut other voices out
Listen to herself
Come to terms with her self doubt
and forge forward reclaiming her Self
Calmness,
felt heavier
than it had ever been.

I sense the future,
but lack the courage
to reveal.

A perfect moment,
to step,
into the storm.
One of my bucket-lists involve - to stand on the edge of a cliff and knowing the view is breathtaking, but at the same time, terrifying too....

🤞
until no one push me... hehe...
Raffael 4d
running
fleeing
seeing
without seeing
touching
without feeling
been that way
for far too long
wrong feels right
and right feels wrong
carrying on
and on
and on

one day
it will all be gone
i think to myself
and for some reason
i hope that it wont take that long

and then
out of nowhere
in the night
the thing that pushed me down
starts to feel light
something touched me deep inside
so i can finally
swallow a truth
thats so unsavory
now that i am as low as i ve ever been before
i am finding out
what's bravery
Somebody tell the sky,
That it doesn’t have to be gray,
If it doesn’t want to anyways.

It’s awfully hard,
To rain on someone’s parade,
If the sun is shining through you.

Even when your curtain is closing,
That’s no reason for you,
To not give the best finale you can.
Be your best self, because there’s no reason not to. Life’s a lot easier when you're your best self.
Maria Etre Jan 15
I gave my
gut
a voice
it
gave me
cœur-
age
cœur: means heart in French
You're losing out again,
Young nephew dying on a hospital bed.
Your whole earth,
Rocked to pieces,
In minutes, just like that.

It scares me,
Just how fast this frail thing,
Life, can fall apart.
For the minute it starts beating,
There's a dagger at the heart.

I've never seen a devil cry,
But even Satan would shed a tear for this.
Free this earth,
From the clutches,
Of undeserving punishment.

Why, what could explain,
Make up for this?
I'm doubting you,
Great Creator,
How could you let this happen?
It seems now more than ever there is more suffering than light. We are slowly dipping below the sun, turning into an abyss of the world we once knew. Alas, even though times are tough, we are humans. A race defined by our uncanny ability to bounce back. We are strong enough to see through the inky pitch of today! I know that there will come a time where we drag ourselves from the trench, but for now the least we can do is keep pushing. Because if we lose faith in a brighter future, we will be victims of our own defeat subject to a world akin to your worst nightmare. I think I speak for all of us today when I say that things could be better. But I am confident they will be soon. Never lose hope, for we are only as good as we let ourselves be. Times will change but it is up to us to make them change and not be blinded by the disastrous things that have been sent our way. Be human, have courage, and don't lose sight of that perfect place. Have a great night everyone, I hope for the sake of all of us that we as a people may rise from the ashes and spread a new wing. Become the Phoenixes of modern Earth, and never back down.
Jim Vaughn Jan 14
She bled the day the universe was built,
walking on tissue so broken
she called it art

Broadcasting cryptic wartime stump speeches,
in the morning she picked flowers
and read the part

The tired eyes awaited their salvation,
a release into salted balms
of letting go

But she persisted into the encore,
owning the role forged over a
lifetime ago

Soup lines turned to soup cans in the fallout,
merits grew with city limits
over lost bones

While music trespassed sunken hunting grounds,
mounds of soil and debt would not rest
with plastic thrones

When a hasty destiny came to pass,
and art turned to desperate prayer
she learned to wait

And now her brazen footsteps mark the halls,
the air tastes of tales that once were
hers to make
I'm not going to let you push me around.
Just because I chose to walk in peace,
Does not mean I am incapable of wielding anger.
Of which shines like a silver blade,
I am not too weak,
That I will crumble to you.
I am iron and steel,
You are wood and glass.

Do not dare make me your punching bag,
Lest I punch back.
I'm a big target,
I don't fit the mold.

Does the fact I'm self contempt,
Scare you and your self admired stature?

Just because you will give confidence for popularity,
Doesn't mean I have to.

So move on,
I won't grieve myself due to you.
Don't give up on yourself because they want you to. You're better off that way.
Sara Barrett Jan 11
The nights belonged to me alone,
the lullabies, the worries, the dreams.
I learned to hold the weight of two,
a love fierce enough to carry us.
A glimpse into the solitude of the military lifestyle and motherhood, shaped by distance from family and the absence of a partner. This poem captures quiet nights filled with love, worry, and dreams, as the mother carries the weight of raising a child alone, her strength powered by fierce love in an unfamiliar place.
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