Poetry
Writing to, from, and about the parts within. Sharing to normalize the healing process.
Out Now: How To Write Evocative Poetry
a thousand eyes reflected
i am a multitude
that speaks with one voice
broken apart
through lack of choice
the face i wear
closely mirrors yours
how else can i survive
when the world itself abhors?
used to think i was acting
but now i see the truth
another day wasted
on the folly of youth
a thousand eyes reflected
in a broken mirror’s gaze
quick swallow this pill son
this is all just a phase
there’s no-one left to question
the slow passing of time
nothing is permanent
‘cept my ink forming rhyme
I'm 'Fine'
I’m fine …
Actually, I'm really struggling.
I feel anxious and depressed.
My head hurts.
I'm so tired.
I can't hold down a job.
It feels like my life is slowly falling apart.
I'm not lazy, I am sick.
I know I look normal.
No, I can't prove this to you.
My illness is invisible.
Yes, I have good days,
No that does not mean that I'm faking the bad ones.
I'm not looking for attention.
I'm still learning my limitations.
I see the glances, hear the comments and feel shamed.
I didn’t ask for this and I don’t deserve this.
Yet here I am, and I am certainly not
‘Fine’.