2012, the first time when death tore my heart into pieces and took one with him, leaving that empty spot in my heart.
They say, "time will heal".
When you lost a part of you, and when you keep losing parts of you- It cannot be healed, can it?
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This is a collection of my poems, verses, and other form of short writings related to my journey in relation to death, grief, and healing.
There is no chronological order to any of these pieces, neither will it be an end piece. After all, healing and grieving, those are (un)fortunately a never ending process, and it goes up and down.
For you, that is healing from a broken heart;
For me, that is still trying to grasp how to cope with loss.
She 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 world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers.
I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism.
I really hope none of you relate with any of these :)
I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can.
The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day.
(8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers!
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