Life. Emotion. Inspiration. Poems.
She fought like a warrior.
She didn’t stop
until the fight in her finally drained
until her hands oozed with blood
until her body collapsed from all the pain.
She kept fighting
until she physically and mentally
couldn’t anymore.
She is a soldier
who fought her war.
–Finding your strength.
Life can be messy,
and there will be days you
feel as though you have lost control.
You will feel broken rather than whole.
But those days do not define who you are.
You are in charge, so take your life
and change its course. Point it in
the direction you wish to see
and make your life what
you want it to be.
There is a darkness in me
and perhaps it lives in you too.
It is though I am made of
the darkest shade of blue.
The monster in my head planted a seed
and it grew inside of me like weeds.
It fed off of me, fed off of my misery.
It created anxiety
that I’d never experienced before.
It attached itself to my mind
and it was there to stay.
It was my master
and I was the slave.
I am a hurricane
rather than a breeze.
I am crashing waves
rather than a calm sea.
I am toxic
rather than pure.
I am a disease
rather than a cure.
I missed him
the way the plants
miss the rain
during a drought.
He was something
I couldn’t imagine
my life without.
I’ve felt my heart
break and crack
right down the middle.
It took time
but I’ve sewed the pieces
back together.
In fact,
my heart now beats
stronger than ever.
When will my breaking heart
and my aching soul heal?
It seems like a lifetime ago
since I spread a smile
that I could actually feel.
I used to compare my mind
to dark matter.
It allowed no light, no energy
to radiate inside of it.
I used to imagine my mind
was as black as the night sky,
not a single star in sight.
But, I was wrong.
My mind could be a
radiant galaxy,
the moon, the sun,
anything I wanted it to be.
My days had started to
p a s s b y
with no meaning at all.
I’d turned like the leaves
in the winter
and began to
f
a
l
l.
Words For The Soul 