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Cné Dec 2024
A lessen learned to whisper softly to my soul
To calm the storms that rage and make me whole
Finding the courage to stand tall and bright
To shine my light and let my heart take flight

Discovering the power of my own gentle voice
A voice that soothes, that heals, that makes my heart rejoice
Learning to love the imperfections that make me unique
To see the beauty in my scars,
(there are many)
and the strength that they speak

There is strength in letting go
(self forgiveness)
of the shame and the pain
Rising above the doubts and the fears that once remained
To trust myself, and listen to my heart
To follow my intuition, and to never depart

It’s the love that I hold for myself, and the care that brings
That nurture my spirit, and allows my soul sing
I am enough, I am worthy, I am loved and I am bright
I am my own best friend, my own guiding light.
I remain a work in progress.
Self love will not break your heart ever.
neth jones Dec 2024
well aren't you the gallowgas ?                                  
           you cram the funeral into fun
hiding in a private room    suckling at your sad self
whilst secretly hoping  to be found lonely
depressions' muppet
                            *****  like confession
and hungry like the wound
11/11/24
disclaimer ... this is a writing exercise to hate on my past self
from roughly between the age of 15 and 24
Cassandra Dec 2024
I locked the door myself today,
The house was left alone.
I flipped all the switches
Folded the dresses and pants
The lights were turned off,
And off I went.

I stepped in the dingy elevator
Two posters on either side of the wall
There was an old man beside me
We both pressed zero.
in a minute I was on the ground floor.

In one hand I had my phone
The other held a glass bottle shiny
I waltzed to the near by station,
Slow paced, my eyes curious wide open

I looked at the people I passed,
I heard a thud and a terrifying crash
I prayed for everyone’s safety
The sun shined kindly
And gently I reached my destination
at last

It was different because I locked the door
By myself today, no one in the house.
I walked more responsibly
I smiled light frequently
I saw a dog leap
As I saw the cat pounce
I locked the door by myself today
I did not play any music,
I felt like the owner of the house

It was but brick and tar with beds inside
In my pocket I put the keys
If I had a pet I would wash it for fleece
If I had a kid, I would take them with me
If I had a lover, I would kiss them in their sleep
But today, it was just the house and me
I locked the door by myself today
And I stepped in to build a life for me.
I was set free.
Disha chatterjee Dec 2024
Everybody tells to smile,
In order to live a happy life,
Full of success and lots of joy.
But what if one day I need to cry?
Should I force a smile and try to hide?
What if I think life is a worthless try?
Full of hatred and ugly lie.
Where betrayal is habit which all enjoy.
Let's take a moment to find you.
But don't try to justify.
When all sides of you don't need to hide,
Unleash a new you and let yourself fly.
Call yourself a brave one,
of whom no one can deny.
Finding every part of you. The parts you take pride and the parts which make you embarrassed. Be yourself by embracing every part of yourself. That's it.
Naomi Fable Dec 2024
I want long hair again;
Fingers kissing my skin as they thread through waves.
I want long hair again;
Pretend I'm a mermaid under the showerhead.
I want long hair again;
Twist and tie, in different styles, a new me every day.
I want long hair again;
Use them as curtains, a shelter from thieving eyes.

I want long hair again;
But here I stand, once again,
At my scissors' mercy.
Chasing that sweet relief—
From the weight around my neck.
They say hair holds memories—
I need my mind empty.
rhyme weaver Dec 2024
I thought I could do it; God knows I’ve been trying.
But now I’m not so sure. I’ll just keep hiding it and lying.

I’m not doing well—I haven’t been since I can remember.
I’m trying, I promise that I am; but I don’t think I’m going to make it past December.

It’s easier for me to be strong for other people,
But when it comes to myself, I’m less resilient.
You see, I still don’t love myself enough; isn’t that just brilliant?

I’ve made big strides on the path of self-love,
But I still have such a long way to go.
How does one keep going when it feels like they’re always lost, always searching for home?

I’ve always found comfort in the heart of another person.
You see, they become my home, and when they leave, my self-love only worsens.

I need to find comfort within myself and start looking more inward.
But that’s easier said than done, especially when you want to be done with moving forward.

I don’t want to give up, but then again, yes, I do.
I’m so tired of everything, and honestly, the only thing that was keeping me going was you.

But I’ll never tell you that because, God, it would **** me if you knew.
I know the guilt would eat you alive, and that’s the last thing I want to do.
You don’t need any more on your plate, especially not in the volumes that I have.

Yeah, I know everyone has baggage, but mine is a storm.
A weight too heavy, a shape that doesn’t conform.
It’s chaos wrapped in silence, a burden I can’t share,
A never-ending ache that lingers in the air.

So I’ll carry it alone, no matter how it burns,
And shield you from the darkness with every twist and turn.
You’ve got enough to handle; you don’t need my despair,
I’ll lock it all away—it’s mine alone to bear.

So instead, you’ll never know, because I just couldn’t live with myself if you ever found out.
I have never loved someone more than I love you—that’s the truth, without a doubt.

And even if I decide to leave this earth because the pain just won’t stop,
I don’t want you to ever realize or notice.
There’s more to life than waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I just want you to be filled with joy.
So, you’ll never find out just how badly I’m struggling; I’ll just keep pretending and act coy.

You see, I can be a good actress; I put on a ******* good show.
So even if you stop hearing from me, I just want to remind you one last time, because you deserve to know:
I love you with every ounce of my being, and God, I hope you know that’s true.
I’ve honestly never loved anybody as much as I love you.

Our souls are connected—I can feel it; it’s true.
If I can’t be the one to love you, I just hope she does a decent job too.

I love you. I’m sorry. I’ll try to hang on for as long as I can.
But I can no longer promise that I’ll stay; please just know I’ve never met a better man.

I hope she makes you happy and that your love she’ll never outgrow.
You deserve the world, my love. I hope you understand and know.
And that’ll be the last thing you hear from me after I decide it’s time to let go.
12.5.24
Nat Lipstadt Dec 2024
~for you, girl~

words have definitions; shades; moods,
even within the contextual moment,
the coloration sometimes is discolored,

one person frantic is another’s
normal
passing fancy
insanity
quiet
overwrought silliness

frantic is a continuum’s conundrum

and oft the hubbub coverhup lends
a veneer of urgency importance
when knowledge acquisition is iron
irony, best when well chewed, quietly
considered and consumed with the
perspective of addition and subtraction

what we know is more than yesterday,
and less than what we will one day own,

for the only purity of learning is that’s
final refining is never ending
the artifice of deadlines,
gradation vis-a-vis
all the rest, is not a
distinction  worthy of
distinguishing

your human value is beyond compare

exactly!
the greatest of valued adders to the world body of understanding put the race of
ego to one side, and so should we all,
not
be ****** in by the imposition of qualifiers

you are quality, and that is the only
qualification you will ever
acquire and require

and in my naïveté
I reflect looking back
and give you here the
free use thereof,
of its worth, you will
determine
but in summary judgement:
always keep thinking
ridicule is ridiculous
but best when applied
by oneself to oneself
with a

“***, did I really think:say that?”
and laugh out loud at our human
foibles, especially our own,
with a wry smile, admitting
some of things we conjure up
in all seriousness are

are the funniest things we’ve ever heard
a bit preachy, but too bad😉
knowledge acquisition
lola Dec 2024
A box.
Like water, we fill the shape in which we fall.
In a box too big, water seeps in, grasping and waiting to hit the edges.
We are made to think we aren’t enough—our box may be too big.
In a box too small, we drip over the edges, losing pieces of ourselves.
We are told we are too much.

But make your own box. You’re perfectly enough. You fill its every corner.
Others may have bigger boxes.
They may be shaped oddly—round, curved, sharp—
but the only box you will fit in is your own.
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