The Secrets We Hide
We struggle to have meaning
in this world, which we all know.
We try, but yet we wonder
where we all should go.
Fear is a part of life. It is part of the range of feelings that humans experience on a daily basis. In our culture, fear has come to be experienced as negative. However, the truth is that fear is a perfectly normal feeling to experience and we would all feel a lot better if we simply allowed ourselves to feel it fully. If we do not we will have somatic symptoms of fear that are much more painful than simply allowing the feeling to be felt.
We struggle to have meaning
in this world, which we all know.
We try, but yet we wonder
where we all should go.
Poetry is life, it gives hope to the hopeless and stimulates courage.
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I lie on my bed, soaking my pillow with my tears.
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?
I deal with the same things every day...the depression of my past and the pain that I have lived through with traumatizing moments since I was a young child. Growing up, I've been through a...
You kept it real.
You told no lies.
I trusted your words,
And you said that it was okay to cry.
Love is good but it takes time to know someone. I wish could be happy in love always.
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This traffic light inside my head
Is always green and never red.
My thoughts, my dreams, and all my fears,
They all speed past my listening ears.
Blessings to you all, I can't say what brought me to this site other than the Holy Spirit. And it allowed me to pause for quite some time reading all of the poems and feedback posted. I know...
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful,
A mirror never lies. It shows what is what exactly. Just as Plath writes: "I am silver and exact". The truth of our mortality is what we keep on negating and the speaker too finds it hard to...
My eyes glistening with tears,
But not yet fallen.
I'm crying, but they're silent tears.
I'm crying on the inside so you are unable to see
My dad had epilepsy, and i remember waking up in the middle of the night to hear him crying because of his seizures, because he had accidentally hurt one of us. As a kid I was always having...
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Trusting someone
it's like walking with your eyes closed.
Trusting no one
is a sure way to lose those you hold close.
I can relate. I'm going through something like it with my boyfriend.
I thirst for help before it's too late.
I stand alone in the darkness as I lay.
The might of his fist feels like burning coal.
The power of his kick ordains the soul.
I'm 14 and it's in the past, but this reminds me of an abusive parent/person whenever I read this.
you run in fear
you walk in fear
you hide in fear
you show in fear
This poem reminded me of how I used to be. My case is not that bad but it was really heavy on me. It took many years to recover.
When you see your friend again, please tell her there is...
There is snow in the air.
The coldness reaches my heart.
There is death everywhere.
My stone heart is tearing apart.