Healing is hardly an easy journey and far from sightly. It brings up wounds and scars we'd rather keep hidden due to the needless shame and feelings of inadequcy that come with our hurts. This was a passion project of mine that depicts what a healing journey really looks like, what it was like for me. I've included an excerpt from the poem below. Feel free to comment and share your own experiences. "I feel every inch of me pulling away Leaving me open, alone, and afraid Now wounds are open, raw flesh is exposed As if life is laughing, the wind stings as it blows"

At first glance, you see a sitting strawberry. One more look, and you see now a pile of strawberries. After a long stare, you see a future unraveling its tranquility into the tastebuds of your very next wonderment.

I don't think love is supposed to feel the way it does with you and that's not something I should be so afraid of.

The trauma that my grandmother left behind was no trauma at all. It that when she past, she left the aroma of steamed vegetables for summer, spring, the coldest winters and a simmering fall.

I figured I'd take a smell at the little things in life. This man of God, he is, nearly makes me believe that I was designed to be his wife.

This is a short story about a girl being haunted by her own shadows

Simple thoughts are in reality your hearts desires.

The soul in a dead flower may live, if only then there was time to run from the sun. Life can seem so purposeless until the element of breathing becomes winded and shallow. And when sorrow sneaks in, the bleak in rays may fall before the knees of the prostrating ant.

I wrote this poem about my dislike of today's modern-day love and how romantic people are searching for something more real/serious. (We shouldn't drop our standards, for the sake of not being alone.)

Just a poem, nothing more than what the reader makes it, nothing less than what the world can understand.

When God is in the driver seat; He's the only one sometimes to keep you from leaving it all behind.

A feeling of being in a toxic family that only seems that way for you…

The ocean makes me feel alive, and instantly relaxed, putting one step after the other in the famous turquoise-blue ocean is an incredible feeling.

One evening , i was waiting for the bus the sun was setting the flowers were dancing and that was the time when i randomly clicked a live picture and ended up writing this poem.

I'm tired of poems about the ocean. This is not a poem about the ocean.

This Poem is free so that you can get a feel for my writing before subscribing to this stream. This particular poem is in the form of a sonnet and is a love poem.

Even cornered I'm not like you, you who sully your soul like a fool...

Here's another piece of poetry. This one was made about a month ago. I do have major depressive episodes, but I still want anyone who sees this to know that if they have the same condition and it doesn't resonate with how they feel, it's completely okay. Everybody's experience is different. I hope I don't offend anyone.

This is a piece I wrote a while back. I don't personally have schizophrenia, so if I got any of the feelings of people who actually have it completely wrong, I hope I didn't offend you. I just want to make people feel like they are seen. Also the picture isn't mine so, whoever made this I give them my thanks for posting this on Pinterest.

A last chapter of me