All Of My Insides

Hey girl! Its true. We do become masters at putting up a front. I understand what you are saying. I feel it too. The decay. We can't give up. Its ok to stumble or even fall sometimes. There is no such thing as perfection. But its in those stumbles and falls where we find our strength. Where we find out what we are made of. Because no matter how many times we may hit the ground, we continue to rise.

We
Rise
Every
Time

We didn't get where we are in 1 day or 1 month. We are the result of years. So it is unrealistic to think that we will become what we want to be overnight. All we can do is try to focus less on the fall and more on the rise. Punish ourselves less for falling short and celebrate ourselves more for our victories. We are conditioned to think this way. To feel this way. We have to recondition ourselves through repetition and perseverence.

You're not alone! 🙂

Thank you. Your words never fail to make me feel better.❤️

I love this. I love that it peers under the surface finding only the truth of the matter.

The visuals are just so pin-point, and that third stanza has got me catching my breath.

I always think a poem has such a short space of time to be able to grab a reader, and yours grabs a person by the scruff of the neck from the very start.

There’s a lot of real in this, and I’m here for it.

Thank you for sharing

-M

Thank you so much!

Hello my beautiful friend. We see ourselves with our own eyes. Eyes that are weary and have been through battle. Sometimes we need to call in reinforcements to show us the things we cannot see.
Our journey is mystical and never linear. Twists, turns, mountains and the occasional abyss will be found along the way. The warrior in you will always overcome because you know you, something most people will never find for themselves. And that’s all that matters.
Keep doing beautiful you, my friend. You got this.

Holding on! Thank you :)

My pleasure

I appreciate the beauty of your vulnerable
It's a delightful read

Thank you so much!

The executive choice to describe the potential rotting of your nails immediately after the lines concerning stomach pain is masterful in a way I can't quite articulate, and not to mention...

"And maybe if you took my eyes out of my head
And looked inside
You would see nothing
But flies buzzing around
The dead carcass
Of my inner child"

Holy fucking shit. Not only word choice, but paired synergistically with perfect attention to succinct but potent cadence/meter and an altogether riveting phraseology??? This ma'am, is likely going on my reading list. As for critique, was there any particular impetus for the word choice in the last line of the last stanza? I may have some words for you concerning the aforementioned depending on your response.

In kind regards, write on
-Alois

Wow. Thank you so much. I don't know how a "holy fucking shit" made me feel like I did something absolutely amazing but it did. For your last stanza question, the whole of the poem is meant to be the decay of the body, showing what mental health can make you feel and look like. It is also meant to be a, am I seen, am I heard, etc.

Hey, thank you for the great write. And that's my bad for not specifying my question, I meant with regard to the word choice in the last line, that of: "microscopic star dust particles"

Oh yes! That actually happens to be my favorite line. If you couldn't tell by my username, I'm obsessed with all things space and time. Every single thing on our planet is made of stardust. We all have it inside of us, in the rot of our nails, in the food that we eat, in the oxygen we breathe. There is a point where, mental health wise, you feel so delicate, that if someone even brushes a finger against you, everything will break. I wanted to add a bit of light to what is kind of a dark poem. I guess it was me kind of saying, "hey you feel fragile, and you think if someone holds you, you will turn into dust, but even then you are still beautiful. You are made of star dust. You are irreplaceable." I don't know how much sense that made, most of the time my thoughts don't even make sense to me LOL.