Too much to do,
Too much to handle.
Just be mindful, they say.
But all I hear is,
My mind is full.
Full of dark thoughts
that come back again and again,
even when I try to avoid them,
even when I run,
even when I hide in the light.
I try to breathe slowly,
like they taught me,
four in, hold, four out-
but it feels like I'm sinking
instead of calming down.
I light candles,
I play soft songs,
I whisper kind words to myself,
but they don't stay.
They disappear in the noise.
They say "be present."
I am.
I'm present in the mess,
in the fear,
in the thoughts I wish would leave me alone.
Maybe I don't need more advice.
Maybe I just need someone
to sit with me,
to understand,
to remind me
that even full minds
deserve peace.
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Hey readers, I know it's been so long since I posted any poem. But how are y'all doing? I hope everything's okay on your end <3
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
