#inner poems on Hello Poetry

Ivan May 16

do you still wonder
if they think of you?
think wonders do you
if they still do?

I do. I did. we did.
I wonder if they care
that I thought of them
when I did care to wonder

how wonderful!, if it is

so...

#inner #child #remenisce #luizsyphre #wonderful #wordplay

Cadmus May 16

Living With Shame ?

It doesn’t scream.
It whispers
soft as ash
settling
where fire used to be.

It lives
in the pause
before you speak your truth,
in the mirror
you half avoid
each morning.

It wears your voice
in rooms where you shrink,
calls itself “just tired,”
“just busy,”
“just fine.”

It is the bruise
you forget to touch,
the silence
you defend
with a smile too wide.

No blood.
No scar.
Just the slow unraveling
of who you were
before you believed
you were not enough.

Shame is a quiet architect of silence, often unspoken, yet deeply rooted. These verses aim to give voice to what hides in the dark and light to the path of healing.

#shame #healing #trauma #selfworth #inner #voice #resilience #forgiveness #emotional #pain

Rhiannon Clayton May 6

Contemplation

Contemplation

I find myself sitting here for a moment, gathering my thoughts like fragile treasures in my hands, collecting my heart as it stretches across the night sky. I carve out a sanctuary where I can discover a bit of solitude and tranquility. I inscribe my faith onto this page, creating a space for reflection.

I write a name that brings serenity to my weary mind—a name that envelops me in peace: God. This peace fortifies me against the relentless pressures of a life that sometimes feels foreign to me.

Even now, I struggle to fully understand how living with PTSD has transformed my mind. At times, I find clarity, while at other moments, simply existing feels overwhelming. Yet one truth remains clear: I have weathered storms before, and during those trials, God stood by my side. Even in uncharted territories, he is already there, waiting.

He was with me when my world felt like it was collapsing, bursting apart from within, and he remains with me now. So, I take a few more deep breaths, pondering the depth of his love for us. How can it be that he loves us so beyond measure? Yet, he does.

-Rhia Clay

#ptsd #god #christian #inner #storm #pain #trauma #veteran #military #clarity

Anoosha Zaib Apr 26

Finding Peace in Every Breath

Sometimes we should be like rain, offering life to every living thing.
Sometimes we should smile, so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should cry, so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should help others, so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should forgive others,so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should forgive ourselves, so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should speak ,so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should remain silent , so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should appreciate our sacrifices,so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should break our commitments,so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should enjoy our lonely company, so that our soul feels pleased.
Sometimes we should forget ourselves in hard work, to let our soul breathe anew.

Sometimes we should take a long breath , and forget who we are,
And move on,
Like the sun that sets, yet always returns,
So our soul may rise in peace once more

A reminder that in every tear, smile and silence, there is a path to inner peace

#inner #peace #healing #forgiveness

Allissa Clifton Apr 23

The loneliness of being sick

Behind a locked door, there lies a child

You hear the sound of quiet crying as you look at their red face,

Their fever coming to a boil,

Their skin clammy and aching

Their throat so sore it makes no noise

They look into your eyes and
You see defeat,

the wish to scream never coming true

Their eyes turning into a swirl of black nothingness, it almost swallows you hole

I have been getting sick on and off severally for years. It seems every-time I do it is a constant uphill battle not to become extremely depressed as I’m isolated in pain and can’t take care of myself. I used to be a lot worse spiraling crying for anyone to care but after being shown so many times it doesn’t really matter I have almost come to be okay with the loneliness that being an adult on your own has created. But today, I feel that screaming child wanting anyone to hold me and being reminded there is no one to.

#sick #child #inner

Chloe Apr 21

Draft

Abrupt decline
No pilot driving
Chutes opening
An empty vessel
But your hands are steady
And I feel myself landing

Hardened by times
of neglect,
assault
Years of hostility
I fought
But in your contagious serenity
I feel myself softening

I shouldn’t be here
I am reminded all the time
Constant memories
of it is all my fault
Is it all my fault?
All the gates are closed
But I see your arms opening
And I feel at home

#trauma #home #inner #child #healing

Lostling Apr 20

Child

There is a child
Who follows everywhere I go.
Late at night I hear him crying,
Yet my family stirs not.

When he cries,
I’m bound in a straightjacket,
stitched with silence
and the things I don’t know how to say.

I tell him to stop,
But he never listens.
So I muffle his sobs with a pillow
And hide him beneath my blanket

Sometimes he comes out during the day
Wailing for all the world to hear.
I tape his mouth shut
And wait until his tears won't be seen

Crying too much these days

#inner #child #crying

Immortality Apr 12

Can I?

"Will I make it?"
the heart cries.

A thousand tries,
yet I fall.

"Should I lower my expectations?"
it whispers.

"No, it's not over until you win,"
the mind insists,
like night cradles the sky;
light will come soon.

To those chasing their dreams, remember: there's always light at the end of the tunnel for those who remain true to their hard work and dedication.

#hope #doubt #heart #mind #success #goal #resilience #failure #inner #voice

Andy Mann Apr 4

The Master

The voices dwell deep in my mind
You are nobody
You are useless
You know nothing.
Beaten down,
Brought to my knees,
Gasping for air,
I cannot breathe.
I believe.
But this belief sows my destruction
I weep for the dead
Great but now fed
To the worms in the dust
The dust I will join
Sooner than I think.
What good am I among these?

I have wasted the reservoir of time
In sin, in doubt, in fear
Fear of what I left undone.
Where do I go from here?
The voices came calling again.

But I cannot continue like this.
I give up or shut up.
Shut up and act.
Act and believe.

Even if that belief is beyond reason
Beyond my mind to comprehend
The words of a lunatic.

I am greatness personified
if I believe
I am the master of my own universe
if I believe.

I am the king of dust, not its minion
And I will return to my kingdom
When I am done
But not today.

This poem was written during a moment of deep internal struggle. It’s about the voice in the mind that tells us we are nothing—and the quiet resistance that rises in spite of it.
It's inspired by Walt Whitman's “O Me! O Life!”.

#belief #identity #inner #struggle #mental #health #resilience #darkness #redemption #defiance