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 Sep 2020 Lupus-
Megan H
Poetess
 Sep 2020 Lupus-
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
 Sep 2020 Lupus-
Naomi
Puddles
 Sep 2020 Lupus-
Naomi
Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
matthew
coming out
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
matthew
unspoken words,
years of silence

it is time
to spread my wings

to embrace;

i am transgender
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Bree
You say
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Bree
You say you are listening...
but do you hear the pain in my voice?

You say you hear me...
but are you listening to my cries for help?

You say you can help me...
but where are you when I need you most?

You say I can trust you...
but are my demons safe with you?

You say you see me...
but do you see my scars?

You say you love me...
but do you mean goodbye?
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Bree
The first step
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Bree
Today
For the first time
In a long time
I chose me
I made my happiness
My highest priority
And I am so proud of that decision
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Nimisha Rana
354
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Nimisha Rana
354
He told me
He stays with me forever
That forever ends  today
#brokenbutbeautiful #lifestory #lovepoem
#heart #promises
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Bree
Addicted
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 Aug 2020 Lupus-
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
Follow my writings on instagram @_spread _u_r_wings
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