Twelve-ish Thoughts
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  • Reads 1,606
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  • Parts 44
  • Time 27m
Ongoing, First published Sep 28, 2019
"What is poetry?" - they asked. 

"Poetry?" I wondered. 

It is the flow of the sea 
And the life of the seafolks
It is the strength of the birds
And the might of their wings
It is the rhythm of nature
And the beauty it showcases 
It is the air we breathe in
And a shoulder to cry on  
It is a place to feel the unfelt 
And eyes to see the unseen
It is the fountain of unsolved mysteries
And the key to pen unwritten histories. 

                                    -cxptured_heart

I take poetic orders. 
-SAY NO TO SPILLED IDEAS.
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I'm posting this looking for some feedback. Any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Writing has always provided me with solace, by helping me to sort through and frame my emotional experience. During one of the more difficult times in my life--recognizing a toxic marriage and leaving--I used writing to understand what was happening. The poems, short stories, and essays here reflect my fragmented journey toward mental health. Works of art, they are not. However, I hope they can help others with their own journeys, even if only to provide comfort in knowing that they are not alone. Trigger Warning: The following includes depictions of suicidal thoughts, depression, and anxiety.