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Asonna Aug 2019
Petals in my hands
constructed of your favourite novels.
They tell the stories of bloodshed,
the leaves lined with conflict.
Stem, twisted in contempt.
Yet the petals in my hand,
affection and care.
Delicate work of love,
how it warms these hands.

To you, I share this rose,
Made from your favourite novels.
Whilst the fiction of catastrophy lives on,
may these paper flowers show my heart
forevermore.
Dear agonised thing,
Older yet still young,
Thank you for being yourself,
For trying your best,
For being worn down and feeling broken,
Even if we don’t know the use
At least we both got through.

You think you’ve given up
Oh so many times
Just walking through disasters,
Proceeding until it’s done,
It’s over now,
You’re okay,
I promise.

I know you’re weary
Of all the next contretemps,
I know you don’t want to
Spare a thought on it
I’ll say this to you instead:
That it’s safe now,
And you can be safe here and
We’ll hold onto each other,
Because you are my safety
And at the end of the day
All we really have here
Is ourself.
Lovelyn Eyo Jul 2019
Depression sneaks into my sight
You can Unsneak it with a fight
Let out this negative entity
With your will-might
Don't permit its suppression
Tis an oppression
you must kick out
Let it flow only out
And never to flow in
To give it a rout
I stand with you
For the collection
of its recollection
Put your mind under
Lock and key
Only positivity can open


©LovelynEyo2019
Specially for Eva and all dear ones out there, staying positive is a choice you can pick, **
Anaya c Jul 2019
be your own anchor
learn to sail your own sea
leave behind what has hurt you
welcome what makes you feel free
be your own light
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
There are days when negativity seeps in,
draining your energy
turning your mind into a battlefield
making your heartache
stealing your happiness with haste
breaking your self esteem
fading away your belief
festering your mood
and stamping out your light
to leave you parched-desecrated soul
with venomous whispers slithering from cell to cell
cracking and wounding your heart
leaving your mind toiling in negativity.

These are the days you hold onto words
to keep yourself together
and let go of words to express yourself.

You try embracing positivity,
focusing on yourself
and pursuing your passions.
You try to hold on to what
and who make you feel better.
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