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Embrace The Unseen

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@embracetheunseen

MentalHealth 14h

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I Finally Spoke Up—And Lost the Friendship

I finally spoke up…

and somehow I became the problem.

I knew you my whole life.

I showed up for you—every time.

Listened to everything.

Made space for you

like it was second nature.

But when it was my turn,

you weren’t there.

So I did something scary—

I was honest about how you hurt me.

And instead of listening,

you flipped it on me.

Blamed me.

Belittled me.

Made me question myself.

I sat there overthinking,

waiting for your response—

on your terms, of course.

And when it came,

it wasn’t care.

It was manipulation.

That’s when I realized:

I wasn’t losing a friend.

I was letting go of someone

who never knew how to be one.

“The friendship ended where silence used to live.”

#MentalHealth #Neurodiversity #MightyPoets

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Calvin May

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@calvinmay

Mighty Poets 2d

Mild Child

I write

I write the words that evoke the fantasy untamed

A world glowing in autumn, shimmering in the rain

I want you to know the depth of what I feel

But when I am not writing, I am not even real

And you will never return even a splinter of my esteem

Could you love me?, a childish fantasy.

I'm a mild child, come and love me

But I'm too polite to ask.

My heart spurned and exiled

Emotionally crippled, fading to black

I'm a mild child, come and hold me

As I fall apart, fading fast

My heart burned and broken

How many eons can this last?

Tell me

Tell me I am a nice guy, but we should just be friends

And I see you out on the town, laughing with other men

Your laughter, so musical, cuts me to the bone

You share it with everyone but the nice guy

Slogging through life alone

I'm a mild child, come and love me

But I'm smeared into the background

All hope dead and gone

Because I have no story of my own

I'm a mild child, come and touch me

My outline, fading, your fingers touching dust

Why couldn't I have been real for you?

If I had been real, could I have seen me, too?

This is a riff on the song "Wild Child" by W.A.S.P.

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

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Smooth over #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #ADHD #MightyPoets

Angelic fingers
Meticulously smooth my hair
They are cold on my head
Her warmth I want to feel
Never been felt
Fortress of walls
Disguised as masks
Closeness I crave
Silently using her eyes to will me away
Were we ever close?
Closer than I can remember?
Heart ache and suicidal tendencies
I want to leave earth behind
I wanted her to see the hurt and longing;
She won’t look into my eyes
Mother wound (I try to fill)
(pretending) you don’t exist
Yet I remember - I remember everything
Every exhausted effort excruciatingly exact
Years ebb and flow;
Mum, your love remains static but I grow
I wanted you to know
I looked up to you
Only to look down at myself
These insecurities are hers unearthed
I carry them all plus
And I fall
Again and again

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Christians on The Mighty 3w

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Jonah by Melanie R.

Oh, Jonah …oh, oh, oh, Jonah.
Jonah descended…
From the town,
to the dock,
boat to the sea,
surface to deepest depths.
Down, in the belly of the beast.

Oh, that whale consumed him!

Swallowed Jonah whole!

…And before he knew it,
taken to gates of Sheol.
A watery grave-
He cried out to The Lord a desperate prayer;
A humble plea for mercy,
and he was gracefully granted it.

God heard, and rescued Jonah
from the dark abyss.
The whale spit him forth to dry land;
Back to life again.

A second breath.
A second chance to do God’s will-
The One that reigns above the waves.
Gave new life;
Saved his life!
Brought Jonah all the way.

#MitochondrialDisease #ChronicInflammatoryDemyelinatingPolyneuropathy #ChronicPain #InsideTheMighty #SjogrensSyndrome #PrimaryImmunodeficiency #MightyPoets #MightyTogether #CheckInWithMe #ChronicIllness #Gastroparesis #IrritableBowelSyndromeIBS

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Mighty Poets 4w

The Wall

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

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Calvin May

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@calvinmay

The Pencil Case 1mo

The Wall

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

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Conquer Your Mind 1mo

The Wall

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

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sparklywartanks

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@sparklywartanks

Mighty Poets 1mo

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Complete the sentence and write a poem beginning with the phrase: "I climbed a mountain and at the top I saw _________."

Hi Mighty poets! ✏️📓

Our poetry writing challenge today is to write a poem that begins by completing the following sentence:

"I climbed a mountain and at the top I saw _____."

✨ Feel free to use any type of figurative language or poetic style you’d like!

Here’s mine:

I climbed a mountain and at the top I saw the ocean—
except instead of water, I saw clouds swimming, a sight to behold.
Each one different, a calm I never understood,
the rhythm of the horizon undisturbed.

The colors of the present—orange, blue, stardust, stillness, and truth.
The color of truth must be a shimmery golden yellow
mixed with lavender, a tinge of white.

I sat down to connect with my inner divine,
to bask in the splendor of my sight.
No words, no thoughts.

I am in community with creation.
This is it.
This is peace.
This is home.

#MightyPoets #Journaling #CheckInWithMe #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #Disability #ChronicIllness #RareDisease #ChronicPain

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SignedbyABC

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@signedbyabc

aslpoem 1mo

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What is a poem?

What is a poem?
By Bret

What is a poem, they ask,
as if a panel somewhere stamped the answer
and locked it in a glass case.

I stand here with moving hands,
inkless, voiceless, loud in a different way.
The poems, the signs.
My language spills forward like water over stone.

I am Deaf.
The system cannot hear my hands,
yet my hands keep speaking.

Who gets to decide the rules?
The ones who listen for rhythm in sound?
The ones who chase rhyme through air?
The ones who tap their feet to a beat
I never felt through the ear
but always felt through the floor?

Poem.
Peom.
Moep.
Meop.

Say it enough times
and the word starts to wobble,
loses its costume,
stands there bare and confused.

They call things beautiful.
Based on what?
Sound?
A rising note?
A falling note?
A pattern pressed into silence?

What is a beat?
A drum?
A pulse?
A heart pushing against the ribs?
A hand striking meaning into space?

When my hands flow,
there is rhythm.
When my face shifts,
there is tone.
When my body leans forward,
there is intention.

Is there a sound?
No.
And yes.

A different kind.
A quiet thunder.
A visual echo.
A language moving fast enough
to shake the air without touching it.

What is a poem?

A breath.
A pause.
A flick of the wrist.
A question left hanging
between two people
who understand.

Who decides?

Maybe no one.
Maybe everyone.
Maybe the poem decides
the moment the hands begin to move.

#aslpoem #DeafCulture #MightyPoets

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sad girl xx

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@kellybtherapy

MentalHealth 2mo

Sad Girl

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

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I Finally Spoke Up—And Lost the Friendship

Mild Child

Smooth over #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #ADHD #MightyPoets

Jonah by Melanie R.

The Wall

The Wall

The Wall

Complete the sentence and write a poem beginning with the phrase: "I climbed a mountain and at the top I saw _________."

What is a poem?

Sad Girl

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