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Category: poetry

  • To Feel Is to Be Free

    They walk with stone faces,
    barely breathing through their own skin,
    wearing numb like a name tag
    “Hello, I’m fine,”
    when fine is just another word for hiding.

    They sip silence
    like it quenches something,
    but thirst still clings to their ribs.
    They scroll, swipe, smile through glass,
    pretending emptiness is elegance.

    But I—
    I want to feel.

    Let it wreck me.
    Let it rush through like summer rain,
    stinging, sweet,
    pulling truth from the parts I’ve buried.

    I want to ache when it’s real.
    To laugh like I might lose the sound forever.
    To cry for the world and still believe in it.

    Because to feel
    is the fiercest kind of freedom.
    To stand wide open in a world that shuts down
    is rebellion.
    It’s bravery.

    So let them pretend.
    Let them walk their hollow path.
    I will keep choosing the fire of feeling,
    the chaos of connection,
    the pulse of presence.

    I am not here to be untouched
    I am here to be alive.

  • “He won’t, and I can’t.”

    I can’t make him love me.
    he won’t.
    and i can’t.

    i can’t beg
    without ripping something out of myself.
    every time i hope,
    it hurts.
    every time i try to be “enough,”
    i lose a piece of me.

    i can’t keep showing up
    to be ignored.
    can’t keep softening my voice
    just to make space for his silence.

    i’ve cried in rooms
    he never even walked into.
    screamed in silence
    while he laughed somewhere else.

    he doesn’t see me.
    not really.
    not the way i need.
    and maybe he never will.

    but god, i tried.
    i tried to hold my breath long enough
    to be what he wanted.
    i tried to be small, quiet, simple.
    i tried to prove
    i was worth staying for.

    but i can’t keep bleeding
    just to keep his hands clean.

    he won’t love me the way i need.
    and i can’t keep pretending
    that’s okay.

  • In the shadows

    In the void of my mind, you linger, you stay
    A haunting presence that won't go away
    Absent in flesh, but present in spirit
    A constant reminder of all that I fear

    Your whispers, like knives, cut deep in my soul
    Aching, throbbing, taking its toll
    You're a shadow, a specter, a weight on my chest
    A never-ending torment that won't let me rest

    You cloud my thoughts, distort my perception
    Leaving me drowning in a sea of deception
    Your absence suffocates, a crushing despair
    Leaving me gasping for a breath of fresh air

    I try to break free, to escape from your grasp
    But you're a relentless foe, a never-ending rasp
    You're the one who is absent, yet always near
    A constant reminder of my pain and my fear

    But I'll keep fighting, even when it's hard
    I'll find a way to mend my broken heart
    For though you may linger, torment my mind
    I'll rise above the pain, leaving you behind.
    This poem reflects the struggles of battling with the persistent presence of negative thoughts and emotions. I try to describe feeling haunted by a ghostly presence that lingers in my  mind to reflect pain, despair, and a sense of suffocation. Despite the overwhelming weight of these feelings, I express at the end determination to push through the darkness and find a way to rise above the torment. The title "In the Shadows of Sorrow" encapsulates the theme of grappling with inner turmoil and seeking to overcome it as life can weigh us down sometimes it it’s important to know our shadows can be our strengths too