#MightyPoets

I could list my

Greatest strengths on a wall so

Plastered with my failures

That nothing else could be written.

I had only two sides

Failure and weakness

Only two dimensions

Peeling off the bricks.

A sunbeam blasted me out of my skin

And seared my shadow on the spaces

Between the surfaces I vandalized

When I existed,

My life an awkward graffiti.

I achieved ugly because beauty

Was beyond me.

My life falls off the bricks like scabs

From the half healed burns of my spirit

Photographed, numb and frozen forever

The traces, mute and weathered

Of failure upon failure upon failure

Until I had to slough off so much

Of myself to stop hurting

That two dimensions would hold me.

My portrait

Not oil on canvas

But a still life etched in rejection

Fading into a non bearing wall

If it fell it would not matter

If I had lived it would not matter.

Because living reduces us to a point

The nail that held the portraits of the worthy

Or the pinprick I will occupy

When I shed the rest of me

My pain will die in silence

When I am too weak to feel

Anything anymore.

#Depression #Suicide #Trauma #PTSD #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets

I could list my

Greatest strengths on a wall so

Plastered with my failures

That nothing else could be written.

I had only two sides

Failure and weakness

Only two dimensions

Peeling off the bricks.

A sunbeam blasted me out of my skin

And seared my shadow on the spaces

Between the surfaces I vandalized

When I existed,

My life an awkward graffiti.

I achieved ugly because beauty

Was beyond me.

My life falls off the bricks like scabs

From the half healed burns of my spirit

Photographed, numb and frozen forever

The traces, mute and weathered

Of failure upon failure upon failure

Until I had to slough off so much

Of myself to stop hurting

That two dimensions would hold me.

My portrait

Not oil on canvas

But a still life etched in rejection

Fading into a non bearing wall

If it fell it would not matter

If I had lived it would not matter.

Because living reduces us to a point

The nail that held the portraits of the worthy

Or the pinprick I will occupy

When I shed the rest of me

My pain will die in silence

When I am too weak to feel

Anything anymore.

#Depression #Trauma #PTSD #Suicide #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets

I could list my

Greatest strengths on a wall so

Plastered with my failures

That nothing else could be written.

I had only two sides

Failure and weakness

Only two dimensions

Peeling off the bricks.

A sunbeam blasted me out of my skin

And seared my shadow on the spaces

Between the surfaces I vandalized

When I existed,

My life an awkward graffiti.

I achieved ugly because beauty

Was beyond me.

My life falls off the bricks like scabs

From the half healed burns of my spirit

Photographed, numb and frozen forever

The traces, mute and weathered

Of failure upon failure upon failure

Until I had to slough off so much

Of myself to stop hurting

That two dimensions would hold me.

My portrait

Not oil on canvas

But a still life etched in rejection

Fading into a non bearing wall

If it fell it would not matter

If I had lived it would not matter.

Because living reduces us to a point

The nail that held the portraits of the worthy

Or the pinprick I will occupy

When I shed the rest of me

My pain will die in silence

When I am too weak to feel

Anything anymore.

#Depression #Suicide #Trauma #PTSD #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets

I'm afraid

Feeling sad on any given day…

I'm okay

I'll be fine

Just give me time.

To erase feelings I sit with

Thoughts stuck in place.

I can't explain this thirst

What comes first?

Emotion or cognition…

Sit through your feelings,

and the pain

I feel shame.

#MentalHealth #Depression #MightyPoets

I feel anxious

Heart beating loud in my chest

Or is that the rest

Of that rap song I’m listening to?

I’m stopped at a traffic light

pause to try and catch my breath.

Ease the tightness in my chest…

The unrest in my body

Is almost too much

I might implode.

#Anxiety #MentalHealth #MightyPoets

Inside treatment,
you are padded by presence—
voices nearby, routines holding shape,
edges softened by constant care.

Then the doors open.
The bubble wrap comes off.
The world returns at full volume,
unfiltered, impatient, loud.

If you let it,
the noise rushes in—
expectations, memories, demands—
stacking until breath feels crowded.

This is the moment to reach outward.
Not in weakness, but in wisdom.
To lean on the names and numbers you earned,
the hands that already know your weight.

You were never meant to carry this alone.
The quiet survives
when shared,
when reinforced by voices that remind you
you are still held—even out here.

#MightyPoets #MentalHealth #PTSD #ADHD #Addiction #MightyTogether

I sit here in wonder of you.
You were wise, brave and strong.
Kept going when many would have caved.
That’s resilience
That’s strength.
No one was coming to save you,
So you saved yourself.

How clever you were
To play the game for so long;
Keep him sweet,
Toe the line,
Only speak when spoken to.
Cajole him,
To keep her safe.
Control her,
To not trigger him.
Surviving was hard,
No one would have known,
Your smiling face hid it all.

I now see that innocent face,
Just as it was.
I see the hurt and fear
In those green eyes.
Say goodbye to that hurt,
That fear,
I am here now
To love and keep you warm.
Those nights were dark and endless.
It’s time to walk into the light,
Hand in hand,
I have you.

You are finally safe,
You are finally home.

#MightyPoets #CPTSD #InnerChildWork #MentalHealth