When the night settles and we’re skin to skin,
I feel whole, wrapped in the warmth of your love,
but shadows slip in through cracks that I can’t seal,
the ghost of then in the arms of now.
Your touch is tender and safe, but sometimes,
the past spills over in waves I can't hold,
and I break quietly, not wanting you to see
the tears that slip, uninvited, from somewhere deeper.
It isn’t you; it’s these fractured parts I carry,
a broken doll, held together by worn tape,
pieces that threaten to come undone
in moments meant to heal, not to haunt.
I turn, hiding the sorrow I can't explain,
afraid your heart will feel the weight of my pain,
as if my scars could steal away our light,
and leave you wondering if your love isn’t enough.
But you are my light in the depths of dark,
a steady warmth in the coldest parts,
even when I can’t quite reach that glow,
your patience pulls me back, soft and slow.
So stay with me as I mend these seams,
trust that my heart is learning to dream,
and though shadows linger, they’re fading in time—
my soul is still healing, one day at a time.
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Reflections of a Struggling Soul
PoetryThis powerful collection of poems takes readers on an intimate journey through the depths of a woman's struggle with mental health challenges. Written with raw honesty and vulnerability, these verses give voice to her inner turmoil, aching lonelines...
