#yourheartbeatsstrong

FULL POEM BELOW and note⬇️ This was my first time writing more openly about trauma, it's always been something I have liked to push away. Definitely wasn't easy and I feel vulnerable sharing it. How do you deal with traumatic events? Do you find writing about it helps? . . "the monster is called trauma she has rakes for hands scraping up all the bruised fruits that have fallen from the tree prepares a bitter punch we share before bedtime she exiled me to the other side of the sun once where she came to visit once a day sometimes twice she brought a picnic basket full of doubt covered in dark chocolate which, again, we shared I have replaced the bathroom mirror because I saw her in my reflection yesterday flesh more terror than woman a bruised fruit that has fallen from the tree trauma wears a forget me not dress with a thigh-high slit sits cross-legged heads are turning but trauma is not even blushing my face is strawberry red with accusations she spat into it trauma has a shotgun at arm's length I am chewing on led bullets for breakfast sometimes dinner, too I choose to eat desert first doubt covered in dark chocolate trauma snoozes my alarm clock tells me sweet nothings curls around me under the sheets I take the day off so we can play monopoly all day she is a sore looser so I let her win she has me gone bankrupt and I'm left paying rent in this body of mine" - @emma.willows.writing #poem #poetry #poemoftheday #writer #poet #writing #creativewriting #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #spilledink #words #feelings #herwordisgold #shewrites #womenwhowrite #allthefeels #spokenwordpoetry #yourheartbeatsstrong #penguinpoetrynyc #artlixirfresh #globalagecaption #readpoetry #silverleafpoetry #artlixirspoken #emmawillowswriting #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #napowrimo (at Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxe33btjNo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=188zcf40872w1

Spoken word piece ⬇️ Beautiful art by @dominicklassy "My heart bows down to loneliness as the day surrenders to the night. I dip the night in red wine- heaviness and bathe in swaths of silver moonlight. I am alone with my thoughts, thread them carefully. Word for word, one thought bead after the other. Feel each one as deeply as never before. On nights like this, when the moon already adorns itself so early with the colours of the sunset, I miss you a little more. The miles between us seem to stretch further than usual. I wish my hands could imitate the moon, pull you in like the tide. You would let your waves hit my shore, break at my cliffs, elapse in my sand. I wish they were the rain that soaks your skin. That way I would seep through you slowly, take up every inch of you. I would water your soul with love, until a garden thrives in it and flowers grow from your tongue. I want to speak love fluently, not like a broken language. As if it was born in me. Not like the moon echos the sunlight, as if it was born in its own throat. I wish to be your sun. " #spokenword #poem #poetry #poemoftheday #writer#poet #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #spilledink #words #writer#encouragement #love #longdistance #silverleafpoetry @silverleafpoetry #writertag #omypoetry #yourheartbeatsstrong #communityofpoetry #globalagecaption #newcopoetry #penguinpoetrynyc #artlixirfresh #artlixirspoken @artlixirspoken (at Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsqRE_BBcIH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hg6vplorxqva

Sorry for not editing this but my phone is acting up! #writingprompt @penguinpoetrynyc, Theme: #reverie Today, I smoked your favourite brand of cigarettes just to remind myself of you. Inhale. Pause. Exhale reluctantly. I clouded my tea with milk and sugar to replicate the taste of your lips. Let it seep through me. I ate my toast with butter, because that's what you always do, and I feel closer to you that way. Today, your name was my mantra, my affirmation. I spoke you into existence. I dipped my toes in the tub, then let my body sink, pretended it was your love I was bathing in. I curled up in bed when the sun was shining bright and warm, let the blanket hug my spine, pretended it was you. I put one hand into the other and cradled myself to sleep. My hands are an empty house with the lights left on for you. My body is an avalanche of reverie. My mind is a cloud of want and wonder. My heart is a dagger in my chest. - @emma.willows.writing #poem #poetry #poemoftheday#writer #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #spilledink#words #penguinpoetrynyc #globalagecaption #yourheartbeatsstrong #emmawillowswriting #newcopoetry #communityofpoetry #creativewriting #creative #art #womenwhowrite #herwordisgold #shewrites #europeanagepoetry #poetryisart #artlixirfresh #artlixirspoken #silverleafpoetry @silverleafpoetry #writertag #omypoetry (at Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsxoXtqh5EL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wkcvu2dm9jsg