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    The Mask I Wear #Depression #Anxiety #mightpoets

    Try as you might, you cannot put out certain lights
    It may give you many frights
    As it flickers and dances
    We are designed to be scared of these enhances
    Maybe even disadvantages

    Whether or not you can see
    The true form of something
    This should not dictate if it takes your glee

    Do not assume that the mask is evil
    Do not brace for any expected upheaval
    For the mask may be for protection
    A facade to cover an one's personal infection
    Please don't be scared of the cracks; It's not perfection

    We're sorry you can't see who we really are
    We're sorry some of us have made awful decisions
    But please don't assume all of us should be behind bars

    Everyone's mask is unique
    To fit their life's physique
    I cannot speak for us all
    But I for one, will not take someone else's call
    I will not let the mask I wear be the reason for my downfall


    Childhood Surrounded by Addiction #Addiction #mightpoets

    Never shall I forget the confusion I felt at age eight.
    Never shall I forget the talk of addiction.
    Never shall I forget how a substance could separate our family.
    Never shall I forget the sight of my father leaving, but not understanding why.
    Never shall I forget the smell of grandma’s house after constant nights there.
    Never shall I forget the taste of the meals my sister made as she raised me.
    Never shall I forget the touch of my sisters constant support and comfort.
    Never shall I forget these two years.


    My Promise #mightpoets

    Why do you
    Take my joy away
    And make me sway?
    Happiness is gold
    So where did it go?

    Why must you
    Chain me down
    Wishing I'd never be found?
    Silence suffocates
    And guilt dictates

    Who are you
    To tell me I will fail?
    Making me notice every detail
    Now I'm all alone
    Where's the life i owned?

    I won't let you
    Take more from me
    Because I want to be free
    And I need to be away from you
    I'm sure you know that too

    You won't
    Destroy my life
    I deserve to thrive
    And finally live
    As the person i want to be

    Why do you
    Take my joy away?
    Why must you
    Chain me down?
    Who are you
    To tell me I will fail?

    I won't let you
    Take more from me
    Not anymore.

    And finally,
    You will NOT destroy my life.
    I will promise you that.

    This is a note to my negativity. It's been a while since I wrote a hopeful poem haha. #CheckInWithMe #MightyPoets #Selfharm #Depression ?


    #mightpoets #MentalHealth #Depression #Agoraphobia

    A Mind’s Captivity
    Step out of the shadows that are haunting
    Peek through the panes of glass for clarity
    Embrace the light to relinquish your fear
    Breathe the air and release the worry
    You’re unbound, you’re free, you’re still
    Susan L Urasky

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    The First Snow #mightpoets #TheLittleThings #TheFirstSnow

    Standing in silence as the snow begins to fall,
    I feel the inner turmoil and pain inside begin to call.

    Then I am reminded when the breeze catches hold,
    Of the wind chimes and her stories never told.

    She plays her melodious songs of joy,
    Almost as if it were a clever decoy.

    I smile and nod a nod of understanding,
    I take in a breath and feel my lungs expanding.

    The cold crisp air reminds me I'm here,
    I exhale I see my breath and with it the fear.

    A wall begins to break and I let myself allow,
    As I continue to breathe and live in the now.

    The wind chimes play her song with more conviction,
    As it melts away my internal restriction.

    Snowflakes begin to fall on my face,
    As the snow picks up it's falling pace.

    I am here, I am alive,
    I am a warrior, I will thrive.

    Tears stream down and coat my cheek,
    But not because this girl is weak.

    It takes more strength to let go of pain,
    Then the tears began to flow like rain.

    The first snow was a reminder to me,
    Never let go of the reflection you see.

    She is there waiting to dance,
    Just let her come out, give her a chance.

    The wind chime's song was a gift indeed,
    She gave me just what I need.

    As the snow began to cover the Earth,
    I felt like a child of rebirth.

    Thank you for your song today,
    It took some of the pain away.

    I then retreat from the bitter cold.
    To awake and see the first fallen snow.


    #mightpoets Grandma Didn't Run

    Grandma didn't run.

    No indeed, Grandma didn't run.

    Even before she had rheumatoid arthritis, she never ran.

    You couldn't see it.

    Grandma didn't run.

    That's what you said to me after my diagnosis.

    Grandma didn't run.

    Running. I've always been a runner.

    Runner first.

    Marathons and medals.

    Finish lines.

    So many finish lines.

    Rheumatoid arthritis later.

    A blow.


    You can't see it.

    I keep running.

    Grandma didn't run.

    Fighter. I've always been a fighter.

    RA wages a quiet war. 

    You can't see it.

    Small victories add up.

    I share my accomplishments to inspire others.

    A little humility would be nice, you said.

    Grandma didn't run. 

    I'm still running. 

    I line up at the start of the race.

    At the finish, arms overhead in joy.

    Another battle won.

    My heart loves it.

    Adrenaline in my veins.

    Smiling, strong, me.

    Looks like your RA is fine, you said.

    Irony. Disbelief. Sarcastic.

    Because you can't see it. 

    Because I'm still running.

    Grandma didn't run.

    is stealthy. 

    Slowly stealing from me.

    I feel it. I see it.

    My heart hurts.

    Mobility. Endurance. Speed.

    My knees in protest.

    You can't see it.

    Grandma didn't run.

    I keep running. 

    But now sometimes, I walk.


    The Crack #mightpoets

    It was hidden …. This thing
    It was hidden in depths so deep
    That that the depths were hidden
    Yet it showed signs of itself …..
    Cutting, starving, pills
    But it wasn’t there …. yet
    Then the crack came
    It was huge, ugly, loud, blinding
    Still it was this unknown thing
    Manifested through what was now a rag doll
    Limp, lifeless, dull
    But terrified and insane with rage
    The crack,
    The blinding light
    The feathers falling through dark night
    And then the maze
    …. Through blackness to
    follow the cracks of light
    A path here, then there
    Slowly, slowly more light
    to white, to warmth
    And a little sun


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    it's not Me

    it's not Me-
    but it uses My Voice...
    ... lying..
    ..In my ear;
    "don't you know your pathetic"
    "you don't matter stupid girl"
    "you never did"
    Has anyone ever said this to me? No.....
    except my darkness
    except my demons
    and over

    But it's not me.

    It's what I fight.
    #mightpoets #Depression #neverwillgivep


    #mightpoets #bipolar

    Yesterday I am soaring to the sun
    everything is bliss
    Today I am in a abyss
    darkness everywhere
    Tomorrow I shall listen to the birds
    Calm has occurred