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

You are my headphones

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Life is loud.

It is the rumbling drum of people walking through,

the screeches of unrealized potential,

the incessant whispering of shoulds and coulds.

Life is messy.

It is the spilt milk of mistakes,

the crash of unexpected reality,

the splatter of insecurity that

follows us like an old friend.

Life is chaotic.

It’s unpredictable.

It’s vulnerable.

And yet,

at the end of the day

this is just noise.

I tune it out and

all I can see is

you.

Thank you

for being here, for

staying

even when it was hard.

Even when you didn’t have to.

Life is loud,

and messy

and chaotic

and noisy,

and you

are the headphones that help me through it.

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.