You Are Enough.
Treasure today.
Enjoy the little things.
And know that
you are enough.
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A Bitter Thanksgiving [a poem]
Many of you may recall having read these lines from past Thanksgivings; it is a retelling of a visit I had with one of my patients during this time of year—a woman whose life and struggles were unlike mine in many ways, but who nevertheless taught me many things about courage and integrity.
I hope you enjoy these words, and have a blessed Thanksgiving week.
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Allow me to spin upon the spindle
a tale of an encounter true.
A patient once, a homeless mum,
her words now recounted for you:
The Persona [a poem]
By Aditi Anvita | Featured Contributor
Amazing buildup of affection,
She is an iconic vigor,
Competes with bitter world,
To affirm her existence.
Owns the wings of courage,
Aspires to touch horizon,
Smashes stereotypes,
Eludes the cage of society.
Happy Pill [a poem]
By Birdie Fudge | Featured Contributor
A while back, I went on medication for the first time for my major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety. I wrote poems every day, starting from the first day I took the pill. I used my poetry to track my mood and the timeline of the medicine taking effect. When I look at the poetry written during the beginning of that journey and compare it to now, it’s as if two different people are speaking. This poem reflects me in the beginning of my journey. My other poem, “I am Grateful,” reflects how I feel today.
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It’s like suddenly
I took this magic pill
and I was given the gift of reason
and all my fears seemed to disappear
my anxieties subsided
or at least they were dulled out
beneath the surface
the layer of fog
on top of all my other emotions
became lifted
Prayer to the Elements [a poem]
By Cara Amy Goldthorpe | Featured Contributor
Protect the soils:
soils from which
new life grows
life to sustain us
with its nourishing blooms
till we return to the earth
to begin
another cycle
The Magic of Melody [a poem]
By Prabhu S. | Featured Contributor
A wave of music
Washes away all troubles,
Relaxes the soul.
Its soothing embrace
Frees heart of harrowing rue;
Such is its nature.
Its heartening voice
Purges the mind of all sorrow,
Restores happiness.
On the Wing of the Breath [a poem]
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
Create some wind.
No matter what swirls around you,
add some air to it.
Whether it is a sigh
or a deep gulp,
get it going.
Don’t get caught in the holding of your inner breezes.
This only creates pain…
Life is born in and through us
and it is only on the wing of our precious breath
that we can unfold and float
among the mountains and valleys.
