Mental Health
Tangled Quicksand
I reach for you through shifting ground, But every step pulls me deeper, Where echoes of anger coil around The whispered love I keep in secret. Your eyes are both anchor and abyss, A storm I cannot tame nor flee. The past and present intertwist, A future that refuses to be. I fight the pull of your memory, Yet find solace in the ache. Quicksand heart, wild and free, I sink willingly, yet awake. No bridge can span this fractured space, No word undo the tangled trace. Love and rage, a twisted dance, An impossible future caught in chance.
By Sahir E Shafqat6 days ago in Poets
The Way I Talk to Myself When No One’s Around
I don’t always feel worthless. It shows up in specific moments. When something goes wrong that shouldn’t have. When I say the wrong thing and hear it after it’s already out. When I can feel a shift in how someone looks at me and I can’t undo it.
By Tifani Power 6 days ago in Poets
