daily prompt · love · mental health · poem · poetry · recovery · travel

see ya depression

Well this is awkward…
You caught me with my mask off.
Sun-kissed wind caress,
face exploding in a soft
laugh, forgetting the mess
of daily life.

Well this is awkward…
I forgot to care about you this morning.
Blinded by free happiness
and forgot I’m in mourning,
but I just don’t miss
you.

I think I’d rather love myself instead.

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daily prompt · mental health · poem · poetry · recovery · travel

I don’t know when it happened.

I don’t know when it happened.

For years

I crawled through the shit searching

for meaning

for purpose

for answers

an explanation for why I am this way.

Why do I hurt this way?

I thrashed at the bars holding me back

wondering if I built the cage

myself.

And yet slowly

painfully

I found the key

unlocked the door

kept crawling

and suddenly

healing

is within my

grasp.

The answer was within me all along.

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mental health · poem · poetry · recovery · travel

You’re going to need a map

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I am the sunset on the horizon

glorious and spectacular

beautifully crafted.

I am the sahara desert

hot as fuck yet cold at night

deadly yet welcoming.

I am the Irish rolling hills

hiding secrets in their valleys

full of life and darkness too.

I am the sum of these parts

the collector of stories

the worldly introvert

that packs light and suffers heavy.

 

You’re going to need a map.