2 girls learning how to heal their bruised and cracked souls while using poetry as a solace to express the pain of their experiences and the process of learning to accept the changes.
If you relate with any of these poems or stories, our hearts hurt...
When I was pushed to the edge and the voice told to end it all. When I stared at the gun in my shaking hand. When I longed to slip below the waters surface and sink into the depths. When I longed to drive at crazy speeds and end it all with a fiery crash.
All those times a voice seemed to fill my brain and tell me to "Just do it". Although the voice was so overwhelming and loud, there was always another voice. One that told me "Don't" told me I could fight it. Told me I had so much to live for. Even though that voice was so small and silent, it was all that kept me here.
Sometimes I still wonder why that voice wants to keep me here. I wonder what the point even is anymore. But that is voice is always near. Telling me I will find the purpose even if I don't see it yet. Telling me they had a reason for keeping me here.
I know the fight is not over, but I know the small still voice will keep me here, It will help me overcome and guide me through each dark place I come to.
-Invisible Dreamer
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