Tag: Anxiety


Moments of peace to hold on to; Thread together like a beautiful patchwork of chance, With smiles and heartbeats, with skips and starts – A mirror of a world that were prone to; Gives hope in a life’s tango, in this dead end of a dance, For an opportunity and a future stitched in stars,…

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Not okay

It’s not okay to just grab us, Not okay to wade on in, To pace and parade across our path, With hard eyes and a lecherous grin. It’s not okay to run your hand down our backs, Not okay to pull our clothes. To laugh and taunt when we pull away, With your un-daunted hopes.…

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The mirror shard glistens Calling to my inner darkness As a whole, the cause of so many questions As a part, the subduing of so much pain The silver shimmers Calling to my inner darkness As a whole, it consumes and overwhelms As a part, it causes distrust and shame The darkness echoes Calling to…

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Ghost’ed, before

Seeing people who don’t hear you Fading out as soon as other start to hit their stride Your heart beat deafening you With the agony of passing time Talking with a voice that won’t carry Dissolving into the air as soon as they’re formed Lungs as flighty as a hummingbird When you feel constricted and…

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Sometimes it’s the small things The beat The moment The suspension of attention When a screen is more interesting than you When the laugh is somehow disconnected The look is skips a beat and no longer lingers When the fondness is still there but distracted And those small things Combined with a name A glance…

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Rain, reflected

The rain thunders lightly on the floor, With each tap-thud-drip my heart sinks some more The greyness and the thunder Like the beast inside my chest Pulling at the fractured shards Never stopping, he’ll never rest The rain reflects the light in each falling gem Like the flicker in my heart that I’ll be whole…

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The stories that spin Weaving, woven, wondering and repeat In the waiting in the silent din Whispers, words, wanting in defeat The habit of time Passing, pushing, parting and repeat With each tentative step of mine Tripping, treading, turning in defeat

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Not done yet

It’s been a while since I put pen to page Fighting the darkness on each step of the way I’m making ground and I’m forging on I’m feeling a heaviness but I’m willing it gone I don’t want to give in to the relentless hours But I can feel it pulling, swallowing desires Taking my…

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Morning light 

Waking up with a lightness in my mind, As I realise it’s only a matter of time. The sunlight breaks through the cracks, Seeking, tripping, pouring a delightful attack On darkness, it slices and tumbles in a dance. A complimentary juxtaposition, cutting silence, The dust swims between these realms, Like their dreams are fighting fears…

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When I can see the sun But not feel it on my skin When I can hear the music And my heart won’t tune in When I see your eyes alight But the tenderness is gone When I’m taking strides Pretending to be strong In it there’s despair as black as the night But in…

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