#poetslife

Mental Health Awareness Month - May 22 prompt thanks to @elenaspoetry on Instagram.

Prompt Falling in love with the feeling of being alive

I am learning to fall in love with the feeling of being alive;

of stepping into the day instead of wanting to escape it.

I am learning healing isn’t about becoming someone new,

but remembering that you are never meant to feel numb.

I am learning to be aware of my own internal surroundings;

my pulse now resonating like music instead of survival.

I am learning to see the positive in external surroundings;

the beauty found in silver-lined clouds despite the storm.

Because life isn’t always easy, predictable, or smooth,

and it is in the randomness where life is truly discovered;

where we learn to fall in love with the feeling of being alive.

.

.

Thank you for reading my words. I hope they help and heal you as much as they do, me

.

It feels good to love a human for once.

I wake up on days end, hallowed in nightmares

And a dream sleeps by my side.

Mornings and showers don’t scare me anymore,

In sleep I salvage.

The horrors continue to leave their trail,

But I’ve been teep toeing around them,

Maybe this time I’ll find home

The end of this road is a flaming hope.

I wake up —

I was a phone of asking madness and an ask was a. Loving theory in the nodes of a love kind and a sea of her nose. She was breathing intelligence and a fate of love and a man of sea. He died in me. I was the seed in me. I was asking con artist and a caricature formed and sea is beauty and a love is him. I write. I was beauty. I was intelligence. I was speaking to be. I was. Loving to be. I was alive. I was water. I was him I was sand. I was God of hymn. I was marrying him. I was him. I was mint of reflection of me, to judge heart survival rate and a dense blue moon, ma. I was dying ma. I was loving it. He moved and gasped and he was seeing me. I was beauty and seeing him compliment my body. I moved to him. He saw me an ack of wicked and beautiful. I was love in the ocean and he asked a cheat of me. Neni. And I. I was absconding intelligence. I was air. I was treating me. Right.