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Stranger in the Mirror
by Axton molina

1 breath 2 breath 3 breath my ribs shatter with
each inhale exhale but i have to keep on
going, just to prove i am not a myth
my name is not me, but just a pawn

I hate myself, she is not who i am
No one sees me as him but i am please
I hear that god awful name, I’m not a ma’am
People always treat me like a disease


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She searches for light
by Nichole Lorah

She's awaken by fear.
Dreams become all too real.

She wakes with a scream, gasping for just one normal breath of air.
Sweat dripping down her face.
All she can hear is the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
Chest becomes heavy -- room pitch black.

Nothing to see as she reaches behind her back for her phone. She searches for just a little light.
The fears are real and jerking at her mind. As it wonders and worries it all becomes clear, she forever has to deal with the surreal.

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Solace among the moors
by Sharon Morgan

A walk among the moors is where I seek solace
Among the largest expanses of heather,
To the South, the Vale of Pickering
How breath-taking, the moorland plateau,
Broken by deep vales and valleys
That embrace cultivated woodland,
It is where I seek solace,
To clear my troubled mind
A haven that understands me
Where no questions of me are asked

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Park Therapy
by Stewart Watkins

I saw two eastern tiger swallowtails today.
I watched as they flickered, fluttered, and frolicked, rising and dipping.
A calm breeze gently passed my way.
In the distance, a boy mirthfully turned and flipped.

A sanguine sun coyly peeked through tall pines and sweet gums.
Then a gentle voice came and caressed my ears.
I savored sweet breaths as a bee crossed and hummed.
And I heard, "Shhh! Hold on, I'm abating all troubles and banishing all fears."

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77. ADHD
by Kea Campbell

I turn on the shower and my thoughts quiet to a whisper.
I start to undress as I ease my brain's exert.
My eyes avoid the mirror and I step into the tub.
My mind starts to wonder while reality falls out of touch.

I try to clear my head and focus on being present.
I re-feel shame for granting permission after his ceaseless exhortation.
My musings recall his unwanted hands on my skin.
My body stiffens in distress and the trauma floods right back in.


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Park Therapy
by Stewart Watkins

I saw two eastern tiger swallowtails today.
I watched as they flickered, fluttered, and frolicked, rising and dipping.
A calm breeze gently passed my way.
In the distance, a boy mirthfully turned and flipped.

A sanguine sun coyly peeked through tall pines and sweet gums.
Then a gentle voice came and caressed my ears.
I savored sweet breaths as a bee crossed and hummed.
And I heard, "Shhh! Hold on, I'm abating all troubles and banishing all fears."

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91. Smile for the camera because the present is here
by Kea Campbell

Smile for the camera because the present is here.
Right now is forever, so look neither forward nor rear.

If you are as you were, looking back one whole year,
Did you even progress, or is it just evidently unclear?

Timestamps are great, and I recommend observations at a fiscal stretch.
Start now and not later, or future you might look back with invidiousness.

Yes, set goals and expectations to mark your achievements,

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I'm Fine
by Juliana Heathcock

“I'm fine”
Feeling alone
In my head all the time
Not okay
Even though I try

“I’m fine”
Feeling like I want to die
I am not alright
Nighttime creeps in

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Monsters In The Prison
by Juliana Heathcock

My mind is a prison.
It's full of abuse every day.
If only you heard what my brain likes to say,
And maybe on that day, I would be considered strong and not weak.

These lines on my arm are proof.
Everything in my head was too loud and I didn’t know how to speak.
I go through this week after week.
I’m glad I found my outlet; I only wish it had been sooner.


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Bleed
by Juliana Heathcock

She makes a small red line on her arm
Then covers it with her sleeve
And fakes a smile
As she prays that no one can see

She feels broken
Unfixable
She feels like a screw-up
Like no matter what she does it’s never right
Its never enough

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