Poetry

Empty

I can feel everything,

All the pain and heartache,

Every moment of torture endured.

Yet, all that’s present is emptiness.


I thought to be empty was freedom,

From emotion,

I was wrong.

It’s when you’ve felt so much,

That every inch of you has been taken,

All that’s left is the trauma felt.


I am a shadow of my former self,

Any little bits that have returned,

Are broken.

It’s only when I can recognise myself,

That the emptiness will dissipate.

Only then I can be me.

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Creating a Safe Space

It’s hard to express your thoughts, especially when telling someone. Often at times you don’t even need to voice them, just write or draw them. Something that really helps with expression is a safe space. While there are formal definitions, for me it’s a place where I can store my thoughts, feelings and desires. For example, a journal or a blog where you post poems. Expression is a great tool to connect with others but also yourself. Which is why a safe space doesn’t need to be somewhere everyone can necessarily go, it’s for your mind only. Some ideas:

  • A corner in your bedroom. Decorate it and make it comfortable. Then go there and write, draw, reflect or anything you desire.
  • Create a folder on whatever platform that you can use as a journal or somewhere to keep your thoughts.
  • A note book, to draw or write, something you can just carry everywhere with you.
  • It could even be a whole room where you do your hobbies and create.

The purpose of these spaces is to take yourself away from the big scary world just for a little bit. In doing so you can process and understand your emotions. Personally, my room is somewhere I can relax away from the world, write poetry and draw. At the end of reflecting I feel better and know that it’s going to be okay when I return to the big scary world.

Thanks for reading! I find it quite hard to take myself away from the world to reflect and focus, so my mind often wonders when I’m trying to work. That’s what inspired this post and I hope it encourages or reminds someone go visit their safe space.

Poetry

Stalemate

All you do is hurt

The laughter and love is gone.

Yet, she stays.


Mentally, I have left.

I know the consequences of being around him.

But you simply ignore it.

When will enough be enough?


What is left for him to take from you?

… your children?

He couldn’t possibly take that.

We’ve seen and felt the abuse.

So, tell me why… why are we still here?

Trapped in a vicious cycle.

In a war.


I hope for the day we aren’t on a metaphorical battlefield,

Where a war rages on for what seems like an eternity.

If either side moves an inch, all hell breaks loose.

The arsenal is equally matched.

We will forever be at a stalemate,

Until one side either falls or endures enough hits to come out victorious.

The question is will that day ever come?


It pains me to say it but no.

Wars are only ever won when there’s death,

The last man standing comes out victorious.

It’s such a pity you choose to spend your life on the battle front,

Against your will…

I hope one day we can be free,

Together.

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Pause

Time moves so fast,

It’s hard to take a breath.

Thoughts wander,

Negativity sets in,

I need to stop and breathe.


Distractions don’t allow reflection,

They only speed up time.

Only one thing helps,

Pausing.


Stop,

Take a breath,

Create.

Let the words flow.

It’s only then the mind can be set free

So join me,

Unleash your creativity,

Don’t let the thoughts grow too large.

Poetry

Attention

I’m cold

Not outside, but in

I cannot feel anyone’s warmth

There’s no love or support to envelope me

Only emptiness and ice remains


Please, someone hold my hand

I need attention

My fears are too strong

Anxiety is growing.

Validate my feelings,

It can help set me free.


Now that someone’s here,

I’m no longer cold and empty,

It’s been replaced by warmth.

Thank you for the validation,

I don’t feel so alone anymore.

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Inspiration

I can see the stars,

Shining bright up above.

They look down on me smiling.


I don’t know when it happened,

But now I’m just as bright as them

I can feel the light exploding from me

My creativity is free


It’s going to end soon,

This new found light

But it’s okay.

I made something beauitful

And…when I look up at the sky,

I am reminded that I can shine as bright as them

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What’s Left?

I feel deserted

Like I’ve fucked up so much.

Somehow it was all my fault,

Because it couldn’t be helped.

Because it’s a great life lesson.


Abuse is abuse

There’s no reward from it,

No lesson to learn, no right to make excuses for an abuser.

While they have everything,

I’m on the floor broken.

And now, I’m down here thinking ‘what’s left?’

‘…What’s left of me?’


Slowly, I pull myself from the floor,

Realising…

That I have my strength,

My fire and passion for life.

I know myself, I know who I want to be.

And no one can ever take that away from me.


One of the last sentences you said was,

‘I hope you survived’

I didn’t just survive.

I flourished into a person you could never be.

So, what’s left?

There’s so much.

Poetry

Beauty

I often watch myself in the mirror

Trying to see beauty

A face that reflects my heart and my soul

Yet, I can never see it

Am I not beautiful inside?


My image stares back

Not me, but a reflection

She looks like me… and moves like me

But she looks empty inside

There’s no depth there

Maybe thats why I cannot see the beauty


Slowly she’s getting less empty

Filling up with shining light

It’s slow but it’s steady,

I can see it!


She’s beautiful

All it took was for me to see beauty in myself

I was searching without trying…

Trying to love… myself

Poetry

Time Pauses For No One

Let me freeze this moment, please?

My future is fuzzy

It’s hard to see

I think there are shadows lurking


I’m safe in this moment,

Where my world transparent.

No monsters are lurking,

Shadows are absent.


The universe cannot hear my pleas,

They continue to go unanswered,

The path of uncertainty approaches,

Why won’t you stop time?

Please? For me?


I speak to the universe as if I am special.

As if time should only stop for me.

Everyone is scared.

Life is uncertain.

But it’s a journey we must take,

And times will be tough

“But you will blossom”,

I can hear the universe whispering to me.