don’t hold yourself back. [poem]

thirtieth prompt: catharsis. I think this is a great way to end this month of poetry, since this blog has been my catharsis and the way I release my emotions and inner thoughts. I hope you all enjoyed my writing 😊

I feel it rise

and rise

and rise

in me

crawling up my spine

and falling out my mouth

emotions locked inside

now released

at peace

released

into the world

and for the first time in my life

I don’t hold myself back

smiles and new life. [poem]

twenty ninth prompt: may flowers. only one more day of escapril to go!!

I like the way

the flowers grow

and spring turns to summer

turns to autumn

turns to snow.

the flowers may wilt

but will cycle to growth

the may flowers are out

smiles and

new life –

here’s to both

when I was a young girl. [poem]

twenty sixth prompt: girlhood, boyhood.

I look back at when I was a young girl,

when a hood over life

kept the rain from falling

in my eyes.

I didn’t know what was really out there.

and I didn’t know that hoods don’t last forever.

now I can feel the rain

but I can also feel the sunshine

beating down on my head

like never before.

I live my life in extremes

extremes my girlhood never thought were possible.

take away the hood

and here I am.

when the party’s over. [poem]

twenty third prompt: when the party’s over.

when the party’s over

I will crawl into the space I call home

a shaking body beneath sheets

detached from the world

by the barrier of a duvet

and the barrier of a mind

that just won’t keep

the thoughts inside

I’m goi

ng cra

zy

the walls fall

and the words fall with them

when the party’s over

I’ll clutch my chest

and tell myself that

all is fine

and you’d think I’d regret

that last drop of wine

but it kept me going

it kept me going

until it didn’t

it didn’t

and when it didn’t

I sunk into

a dark hole

do not carry more than you can hold. [poem]

twenty second prompt: nourishment. this one is about what it feels like to be an empath, drained by not only your own emotions but everyone else’s too. to be nourished is to not carry more than you can hold.

you consume all that you know –

the food of the people

and the emotions that leak out

from under their feet,

but you forget that inside

your stomach is full

and you can’t be nourished

when your insides are breaking

with the pain of others

let

them

go

it’s the end (start) of the world. [poem]

twenty first prompt: it’s the end of the world. happy easter everyone! know that what feels like the end of the world can always be the start of a new world if you let it 😊 have a great day!

it’s the end of the world

she cried

a bed of tears

and a den of worries

they said they were sorry

she was fine until here

and she cried

as the world caved in around her.

the end of the world became

the start of a world

with no more than a

whisper or stir.