wellness
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Ache ShakeForce yourself To be okay. WritheDiveFall into The coast line. LungePlunge Let the Ocean drown you. Swirl TwirlSpin throughThe frigid drain. DriveThrive Climb backUp the mountainside.
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I read somewhere that you should make peace with death every single day. I couldn’t do that when I Believed. Death was this passing thing. Not quite pretend, But not quite real. This gray space where questions couldn’t be answered. That’s where faith came in. Setting aside the finality Of death until one’s last breath.…
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When my fingertips are greenIt means I’ve died.But for a tree, It’s a sign of vibrant life. Rosy cheeks,Blood rushing through me. Red leaves,Watching them die slowly. Veins map my body,Like branches on limbs connected to the trunk. Searching for the secret of life inside the opposite of the air I breathe. I watch it…
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Rustling leavesDance through my ear,Like tiny sandpaper sheets.Stuck contemplating who owns the trees. Their roots intertwined with each other and the soil. When its neighbor is dying of starvation,It doesn’t stand idly by.Sending resources trying to revive the tree nearby. But not so much that it itself shrivels and dies. A balance unknown to my…
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We look back, And it’s all we got. Tick, tick, ticking by, When will it end? No one can say for sure. When it’s time to take our final rest, unique as the finger print, We carry around. Once a lap,We stop and look back. Memories traded For time spent,In seconds, weeks, and years. It adds up to our whole life. We live the whole…
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Isn’t that what you taught her? With every remark from your greasy lips,That pushed boiling tears To sizzle down her face. Didn’t you teach her to grit her frozen teeth and endure the baron cold? Didn’t you teach her to wear pain like a tiara,As though it makes her something great? Relentlessly fighting against your…
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I was too afraid. Stood tight as a pencil,Behind the evergreen tree. Holding its needles, She hides from the notebookScreaming for her honesty. The blue fairy calls to her,Always holding the book, Her sparkling feather,Held gently by her palm. Tell me your secrets, Her siren sounds. She knew better, Than to ever ever look. You…
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Do you remember the first time you felt safe?Do you remember the way it tasted? Swallowing the soft thump Of a heart finally, at rest. Do you remember the first time you were afraid?Did you shake and hyperventilate? Chattering hairs screamDown the back of a petrified spine. Do you think you deserved these things? Were…
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Her lavender skin melted into the sway of the trees. Seeds scattered,Trickling behind her every Grass imprint. Her soul knows peace. Her happiness brings rays of golden glow, Joy thrums through Giggles and whispers Her fury burns a hole in the ozone. Her purple lava drips down road ways,Melting tires to a gridlock. The lavender…
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Bubbles running to the surface. Light blurry from above. Rainbows shimmer up the walls. I beg to see just one more rainbowPlastered across the rippling sky. One more chance to find my lot in life. Underneath the ocean’s surface The quiet lets my thoughts swim near,And way down there, my mind becomes clear.Holding my breath…
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Trickles of rage Pool in my palms. The acid threatens to shoot out my eyes again. The unmistakable sound of a man’s upper handed shake. Daring my knees to buckle,begging my will to break. Invisible scars line my cheeks from the men before him. The ones that sharpened my tongue before I had the chance…
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Anguish saturated my brow,Neurons fire in rapid succession,Unable to answer life’s greatest questions. How can they have behaved in such a deplorable way? A math problem without a solution,A maze without an exit.A loop I lived stuck in. Stabbing my stomach each time I repaired it. Stood in my way from a beautiful stage. The…
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Splash here Splosh there I used to see my friends everyday this time of year. Wandering around Lost but thrilled. Older now, Wondering when the Thrill was lost. The days are hot Those friends are gone. New ones are here. When was the moment Everything changed?
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Sweat drips off my beak The dreams returned to me Holding him in my arms He’s elected for his last breath. He mutters he’s sorry And then he is gone. I carry him to his grave, a single daffodil, I lay His one human life is now done. No more sunrises, no more chances for…
Healing Birds Fly Again 