18/30


We smile at how alike we are

And I wish I could keep us in this frame forever

This moment of warmth and content,

Of enough vulnerability to be open

Enough happiness to forget that

a shared tomorrow doesn’t belong to us.

In between the silences there are imaginary conversations,

where we share without pause or thought

Where we hand over our random and calculated without fear.

But we’re in this moment of penciling in our individual futures

And learning that love doesn’t make null our different realities

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17/30


My mother calls me her dearest,

Kisses my hand and squeezes it gently.

She swears I’m surviving solely on her prayers

Because she’s not convinced there’s a quarter of enough food in my body

Not with all the hollowness in my collarbones

 

I have hit a roadblock in trying to use language to navigate my feelings

The same words that paves way, stands in my way

How do I distract myself from myself in order to free myself?

How do I use language against itself?

What comes after I have puked out the last sentence of distress?

 

Mother said to eat a little more

For Will shall take to Strength’s heels

So I buy time with unbalanced paragraphs and reluctant doodles,

Wait for the pressure that sparks the gag reflex

So I can vomit it all out.

16/30


In a progressive society,

mental health should sit on the right hand side of the health throne

But it is left behind like a disobedient child,

It is labeled as an excuse for the elite and lazy,

It is ignored till it equates to rot.

and when it ends up in front of a white coat –

you’ll be fortunate for them not to delegate their function to God.

So artists bleed like faulty faucets for the country,

in hopes that collectively, we can fix the leak.

15/30


Darling, hasn’t it been a good year?

Someone called you home and then moved houses

And your walls did not break down

Is that not proof that

you’re made of the hard stuff

that makes magic what it is?

Does it not make you want to chase out

these ghosts of people who do not deserve

the smell of your skin out of your body?

Does it not make you queen, again and again?

Darling it has been a good year, hasn’t it?

They thawed away your heart

and you didn’t melt into a ball of despair

Aren’t you just fucking amazing?

 

14/30


Sometimes,

people and things break us beyond repair
And we write pretty lines about it

and call it poetry.

But it was never this pretty,

It was never this beautiful.

These words falling off pages gracefully

cost blood and tears.

They cost the bags under your eyes

you unwillingly carried around

They cost an urge to be invisible for just a moment

They cost sleepless nights and restless days

They cost wandering minds and hours drenched in sadness

And questioning all that you ever believed in.

Sometimes,

People and things break us beyond repair

We write pretty lines about,

call it poetry

and pretend we are fine.

12/30


When life seems out of control

Anxiety cuddles you like you’re all it’s got

Your body acknowledges all the dysfunction

The slow burn of fear,

The unfurling of despair

The death of hope.

My love, allow the pain to visit.

Wallow, cry, rave;

But don’t forget to reflect and reassess.

Look back, you won’t turn to salt,

You deserve the steady comforting support that never wanes,

even if that support comes from you.