By Birdie Fudge | Featured Contributor
Not too long ago, 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 is how I feel now. My other poem, “Happy Pill,” reflects how I felt in the beginning of my journey.
Continue reading “I Am Grateful”
By Marija Eljuga | Featured Contributor
Living in London I cannot help noticing a few of the least fortunate of us, sitting out on the street and asking for help.
Do we give them the money or do we not? What good does it do? To us? To them? I have no suggestion as to an answer to these questions, at all. Except that we follow our own feelings as we choose to give or choose not to give. To support charities, to hand food or money directly? I don’t know.
Continue reading “You Are a Fellow Human Being and I Can See You”
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
The glimmers of light
The warmth of healing
is touching my skin.
A new day is dawning
for all to see.
A new day is dawning
for all to heal.
Continue reading “A New Day Dawns [a poem]”
Fragments of moons past
sketch silhouettes of
a scenery divine.
A daytime reverie.
A granddaughter missing you.
Do you recall, grandma?
Long ago, a grandbaby born
into an era of bitter lack,
that enriched by your presence,
renewed to an age of precious worth?
Continue reading “Letter to Grandma”
By Lori Zybala | Featured Contributor
Calmly – you push back the linen curtain
Filtered light brushes along your face
Stillness greets the day
Pericardium envelopes the heart
One step back
Taking in your surroundings
Nowhere to be, but in the present
this very moment!
Continue reading “Quiet Heart [a poem]”
By Brandon Koebernik | Featured Contributor
My medication is wearing off,
It’s no longer protecting me.
My demons begin to scoff,
As I try to make a plea.
They found a way through,
The chemicals weren’t strong enough.
I’m lost without a clue,
How am I supposed to rebuff?
Continue reading “Climbing [a poem on mental health]”
By Terin Marlae Benavente | Featured Contributor
Not long ago, I had a critical yet honest conversation with my mother. During this conversation, she mentioned several times how now, at the age of 61, she feels she missed out on certain parts of her life. As the eldest daughter, I not only must listen with an open heart but truly understand her as a friend and confidant. While this may seem easy for some, it has been hard to step out of my comfort zone and respond from two very different perspectives. But this has been long overdue since her best friends in life (her sister and mother) passed away just eight years apart.
Continue reading “Yes, You Are More Than Just a Mom. No, You Shouldn’t Feel Guilty”