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I see you

To the girl who cries alone because everyone tells you to “keep staying strong.”

To the girl who sleeps often, because then at least, life is “okay” if only for a few hours, I see you.

To the girl who sits alone in her room, because your heart feels way too much.

To the girl whose famous words are, “I’m okay”, even though you are not even close to being okay.

I see you.

You are a feeler.

Your heart is so pure for this world.

Your light is dimmed right now.

Your heart is fragile.

You feel invisible in a world filled with so many.

I see you.

I hear you.

I am you.

But, I promise, one day at a time, your light will slowly come back bright.

Your heart will slowly mend itself back, even if it’s into a different shape.

Your pure heart will shine.

You will find someone who sees you.

No one stays invisible forever.

Storm within the Ages

This is the calm.

When the leaves lay at the feet of the thunder,

just as I do for you.

The mere moment the glare from the lighting blinds me

from the disassociation I face in your path.

The storm is coming,

yet for this moment I live in an infinite bliss of arrogance.

A monsoon of Love pours over and whilst your hands once collected the rainfall,

you no longer require the hydration.

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Trivial Thursday

Much like looking up into the unknown,

within a flood of stars,

I realize how small I am.

Just how insignificant is it that I spend my days feuding

with entities that require more than just my peace to reach fulfillment.

It is trivial to believe that the world could even choose the color of the night sky.

For if it was pink they would argue magenta.

I am simply a sunset within this black and white world.

A pallet unbeknownst to most.

Wake Me When November Ends Poem

It was 12 years ago that I found out I’d never again hear the sound of her laughter or voice, or see the smile on her face or even feel her embrace. It was 12 years ago that I found out my big sissy would not only be missing her birthday and Thanksgiving with us, but would never be coming home. She was taken from us way too soon and not a single day has passed in 12 years that I don’t miss my big sissy. We were like two peas in a pod. No one ever truly understood me and my quirks quite like she did. She was my best friend and I miss her everyday. She spent her entire life feeling unwanted and unloved and not a day goes by that my heart doesn’t break knowing she died all alone probably thinking those exact thoughts. Because of someone’s carelessness my sister died all alone on a cold bathroom floor and wasn’t found for two days.

I wanted to share with you all a poem that I wrote for my beautiful big sister who now lives among the Angels in Heaven.

Fall has come and almost gone,
I wish your face appeared with the dawn.
Twelve years since your time has come to pass,
It hurts that your life went by so fast.
Here comes my tears again,
Drenched in my pain once again.
Please wake me when November ends?
From day one I am waiting for day thirty so it will end,
It holds memories of a pain that won’t mend
My memory rests, but I can’t escape what I lost,
With a loss so deep you never forget the cost.
Wake me when November ends?!
The bond between sisters broken in two,
A world left shattered and blue.
Numb and empty knowing you’re no longer here,
This month arrives and I wish I could disappear.
Wake me when November ends?!
All this time and yet I’m still here drowning in the rain,
Every single day I can still feel the sting of my pain.
This aching hole in my heart that I can’t make whole,
All because of a stupid mistake your life was stole.
Please can someone wake me when November ends?

Hold onto your sisters because they truly are your forever friends. No one has your back like a sister does and there is no one who is a better friend.

Deception

The floor rattled as deception creeped

through the walls of our home.

More aggressive than the day before.

It sung a song of despair each night,

ever so muffled by the solid oak.

Fear, Anger, Pain

All the reasons I turned the unknown away.

Yet was it the beast or myself to which I was fleeting?

As the rain flooded each dream and lightning struck my future

I confronted this demon.

However, it was no monster at all.

Instead standing before me was my reflection,

far more broken than I had yet become and a bit older.

When confronted with what brought her to this depth she replied:

“You saved the vessel, not the crew. You worried about them and not about you.”

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Globe: A Poem

It creeps in through the glass,

distorting my vision of what is and is yet to come.

The hand of dissatisfaction pressing

ever so firmly against my chest,

conforming my words into societal acceptance.

Chains around my wrists,

capturing my humanity.

A painted mask of happiness

to conceal the expression of life

To whom are we true?

To them?

To us?

Is the sole purpose to commemorate the idea of perfection and acceptance?

We are merely figures within a globe of snow;

Activated at discretion.

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Not Goodbye

Republished from July 7 2019

I peered off into the sky today, thinking of better times. The clouds drifted into the trees and turned them a pale green. The sound of birds faintly chirping in the background as I pull memories back and forth with reality.

It seems unreal, as if it’s a nightmare I simply cannot escape. No matter how often I pinch myself I can’t come to a better reality. How is it possible for people with such vibrant souls to be gone from this earth.

They wouldn’t want us this way, inflicting pain was never their intention. I cry out over words unspoken and moments in time that I wish stood still. I break because we couldn’t save them, nothing we could’ve done would have been enough to change what life had broken.

However, as I look off into what appears is endless earth I feel them. I see them in all things beautiful. and I hear their laughter in the wind of this uncertainty. I feel they’re at peace. No longer are they captives of this hold the world had on them all.

They can breathe without fear of broken words. They can smile knowing joy comes with each sunrise. Lastly, they can protect us from all that is wrong with this world.

To all we lost too soon.??

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Metaphors for Depression: A Poem

ya know that feeling you get when you get home from the longest day of your life and even brushing your teeth sounds like a boulder you have to move?
that’s depression, only it’s every day for every task.

ya know how it feels to wake up with a bad hangover, the kind where you need Advil and Gatorade immediately?
that’s depression, but you didn’t consume any alcohol, and it won’t be cured by some medicine or hydration.

ya know that thing your eyes do when you’ve been awake too long or watching the television screen without a break?
that’s depression, only it’s in your entire body, not just your eyes.

?ya know that feeling you get when you know you’ve done something wrong?
that’s depression, only you didn’t do anything at all.

ya know that feeling after a super workout, where moving seems too difficult a task?
that’s depression, but you didn’t work out.

ya know that feeling when you see a telemarketer’s number on your phone? or your exes?
that’s what depression feels like every day of the week.

If you don’t have depression or have never experienced it, it can be incredibly hard to understand. But the best thing you can do for someone with depression is let them know you believe them.

Read more from Dezaray on Twitter @dezaraybarr or her blog.

Metaphors for Anxiety: A Poem

ya know that feeling you get when you can’t tell if someone is making a joke or not?
that’s anxiety, only it applies to everything anyone says.

ya know that feeling you get when you leave your house and feel as if you’ve forgotten something
that’s anxiety, but the feeling doesn’t go away even a few days after you’ve returned home.

ya know that feeling you get when you’re watching a scary movie, and you know something is about to jump out?
?that’s anxiety, but it’s not on a screen.

ya know that little heart attack you have when you miss the last step?
that’s anxiety, but you didn’t miss the steps … you’re not even on a staircase.

ya know that feelings you get before taking a big exam?
that’s anxiety, but there’s no test to take.

ya know that feeling you get when you’re in the midst of a flight and random turbulence hits?
that’s anxiety, but you’re on solid ground.

ya know that feeling you get when you see an old ‘friend’ at the grocery store and duck to hide?
that’s anxiety, but you’re alone in your bed.

Read more from Dezaray on Twitter @dezaraybarr or her blog.

3 Stages in a Heartbreak: A Poem

Tired

I’m so tired of acting tough.

I’m tired of pretending that it’s okay or that i’m okay, because i’m not.

I’m tired of crying myself to sleep.

Crying every night because it hurts.

I feel this indescribable pain in my chest.

Like someone’s tightly gripping your heart till it bleeds.

It hurts that there’s nothing I can do about this pain.

It hurts that I have to walk around with a smile when I’m clearly dying inside.

My eyes are tired from crying.

My brain is tired from overthinking.

My heart is tired from loving you.

And I’m so over missing you.

I need to get this off my chest.

I need to let you go.

I can’t love someone I can’t have.

I can’t wait for something that’s never coming back.

Part 2: Never really over.

For weeks, I’ve been crying myself to sleep.

And when I’m not crying.

I’d find myself staring at a blank space.

Thinking about you, about us, how we used to be.

It’s tiring you know.

Waiting for you is exhausting.

But still, I’d wait a thousand days for you.

And after that, I’d wait some more.

I know I said I’m done and I’m tired.

But when you love someone.

It’s just never really over.

Cause I still love you with all my heart and everything I have.

Some nights I’d think about your smile.

Other nights, your voice.

Most nights, I’d cry missing you so bad.

But never have I let a day pass by that you don’t cross my mind.

People would say that I’m a fool.

You broke my heart and yet it still beats for you.

They just don’t know how it feels to be loved by you.

They just don’t know you like I do.

I didn’t know I’d ever love someone this much.

I didn’t know anyone could ever love another person this much.

But out of all the things that I din’t know.

What I still don’t know is how you could break me like this..

Part 3?: Goodbye, for real.

Maybe it’s time I say goodbye for real.

This is the hardest thing I’ll ever do.

I’m going to stop hoping.

I’m going to start moving on.

I won’t forget the memories.

I won’t regret all the time we’ve spent together.

I’ll smile and move forward.

I’ll start to love myself.

Maybe one day, I’d find someone.

Someone who’d love me as much as I love him.

Someone who would never leave me.

Someone who will never break my heart.

But for now, I have to prioritize myself.

I have to cure the cuts you left me with.

I have to fix myself and wipe the tears.

Til the day comes that my heart is ready to love someone again.