If memory serves me right, which it never really has, this thing has been with me since I was a child. Some might say it’s fairly common now, finding depression and anxiety in young adults and teens, however, while these problems can be easily misunderstood, they also tend to be symptoms of other, bigger, problems….
Category: Who I am
This collection embodies the various things that come from my reality. Poems that reflected my struggles, short stories that were inspired by my life, and even my thoughts on certain matters.
The unswung hand
Violation of trust. Responsibilities fulfilled in exchange for love. Wanting more attention than they give to their child or loved one. These are all forms of abuse. It’s not always a fist. It’s not always a harsh word. It can come down to the actions of someone who was supposed to be a guide, a…
Ashen Gold
My lungs burn from screaming. My hands ache from standing still. My heart stills with the thought. Images cloud my thoughts, breaking through patterns and songs. They beg me to stop and stare, but I must keep going. To look is to cave, I say, and so I duck my head. I close my eyes…
A Different Kind of Safe
I hadn’t thought that being safe meant more than just being safe from depression. Listening to Lauren Daigle’s song “Your Wings” while in such a fragile state of my mind, helped me realize a few things. I had first heard this song in thanksgiving because I knew I was protected from my own mind by…
Old Fears and New Tears
I know it’s been a while, these memories I’ve locked away, somehow they found a key. Asking the right questions. Crying long tears. Chest crushing with an old weight. Always on the other side of the glass, now I’m looking in a mirror. Reflecting new thoughts on old pains. Praying old words to life with…
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