Posted in Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Mental Health, Reflection, Self-Care, The Mighty

A Poem About a Core Memory: The Tears That Shaped Me

Write a free verse reflection poem about a core memory.

A “core memory” (a phrase popularized in part by the 2015 movie Inside Out) is a significant moment or experience that stays with you and shapes you in some way. Core memories often connect to strong emotions — joy, fear, love, embarrassment, pride, belonging — and become experiences you can recall clearly even years later. They might be impactful conversations, milestones, turning points, once-in-a-lifetime adventures, difficult truths, important relationships, “firsts,” flashes of clarity, or life lessons.

Here is my poem:

The Tears that Shaped Me

The hallway glowed a bright yellow.
It was dark outside,
and I carried a faint excitement
that maybe it would be a good night for me.

My long dress — my favorite color — that exact shade of sky blue you see at noon on a cloudless June day with a soft, warm breeze.

Only then did I realize
I had no idea how to move in this space, how to belong here.

I walked into the lunchroom,
strange and unfamiliar in its new arrangement.
I missed my mom the moment she slipped away, leaving as quickly as she arrived.

Two hours, then three.
I watched, a puzzle piece that didn’t fit, a quiet spectator taking notes, seeing everything through a microscope.

I wasn’t “picked” that night.
Invisible.

A dance — a tiny stamp of approval — was nowhere for me.
This chapter of my life ended right then, ushering in a transition I didn’t ask for.

Was I even there?
Did it even happen?

Tears soaked the dress
until it became its own rainy day.
My chest tightened.
Regret and sadness painted my heart in black, burgundy, and navy blue. The sunny June afternoon turned into a December midnight storm —
cold and unwelcoming.

The unchosen.
A title I still carry,
a backpack glued to my shoulders.

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You can also find this post in the Mighty Poets group on The Mighty here.

Posted in Creative Writing, Mental Health, Reflection, Self-Care

Just a Poem I Wrote…

The Weight I Carry

For a long time,
I wondered why I compared myself to others so often—
both consciously and unconsciously—
questioning whether I was falling behind, and if I would ever catch up.

I would look around
and find myself alone—
the only one,
a spectator
watching as I could no longer see the silhouette
of those who seemed
so far ahead of me. I’m at the bottom of the hill.

I now realize and acknowledge:
this is what grief feels like for me. Something I’ve been carrying for a long, long time—
a weighted blanket
that’s become part of my body.
No one sees it,
but I feel it.

Today, I allow myself to feel sad.
It’s OK to feel sad today.
I give myself grace.
I don’t push my feelings aside,
or try to force positivity.
I feel my emotions—
and let them pass through.
They deserve space, too.

Posted in Creative Writing, Mental Health, Self-Care, Self-Talk

My Poem Was Published In a Magazine!

Excited to share my poem that was published in the Spotlight on Recovery magazine “Writer’s Choice” Part 7.

Get a better view of the poem here:

BREAKING UP WITH DARKNESS
By Nina Rondon

I was in love with the darkness.
We’ve been together for a while.
Far away but so close, I could feel it holding my hand,
kissing my cheek as I grin and bear it; putting on a fake smile.

At first our relationship seemed normal, natural I would say.
We were right in all the wrong ways.
Maybe we were soul mates, a concept I often wondered about.
I craved love, so what’s the harm in loving the darkness,
the cold, lonely dark cloud.

It wasn’t long before I noticed the pressure
the darkness was putting on me.
Expectations as deep as the ocean,
a ball and chain locked to my wrists.
Drowning would be the only option in a situation like this.

The more we were together, the more I noticed a shadow growing,
hovering over me like a tree.
It didn’t shade me, it was grief.
I wasn’t comfortable, I wanted out,
but it’s been so long since I spoke up,
I lost my voice, I couldn’t shout.

This would be the first time I stood up for myself,
I feel the stiffness as I swim up from the depths.
It looks like such a long way up, but I have to do this,
I have to take this step.
I can see the light, the more I move close;
like I was being reborn; a seed discovering its growth.

When I finally reached the surface,
I have to admit I felt lost.
This is the first time I’m out on my own without the darkness.
What am I without it?
Maybe, I should go back?
I can hear it call. No! I need this!
I’ve set myself free.
This is how I broke up with the darkness.
How I found… me.

Posted in Confessions, Creative Writing, Love, Mental Health, Reflection, Self-Care, Self-Talk

A Confession: To the Girls That Are Like Me…

Here’s to the girl that never had a first dance
Who watched everyone at her school prom get asked out but her
Who’s been told she wasn’t pretty growing up
Who was never anyone’s first choice
Who’s been ghosted over and over
Who’s been told she was too much
Who feels like she doesn’t belong anywhere or with anyone
Who’s been used
Who fell in love with someone that didn’t feel the same
Who wished fairy tales were real
Who has cried herself to sleep wondering what went wrong
Who’s hope and desire for love is withering away with each passing day

Me too

But, despite all of this you are STILL beautiful and worthy of all the love this world has to offer. It’s OK to love on yourself, especially on those days when everything feels heavy and the shame of loneliness is eating at your mental health. There’s nothing wrong with you. You absolutely deserve the companionship you wish for. There’s still life left to live, OK?

I love you. We can continue moving forward together.

Posted in Creative Writing, Mental Health, Self-Care, Self-Talk, The Mighty

Creative Writing: Escaping the Fangs of the Night

Creative Journaling Prompt: Write a free verse poem describing a time when you overcame an obstacle.

Here is my poem: 

The night, a slithering snake. 
Long enough to devour my consciousness. 
I didn’t know how to escape the clutches of its fangs. 
Wondering if I would ever escape its scales. One scale already a month’s worth of traveling. Sleepless. 
Would I ever see the day where the snake, Insom, slithers away. 

I concentrate. Focus. Sit where Insom rests in the subconscious realm. 
I catch her and lock her away for a night. 

I can finally rest and step into another realm where I’m free. 
I can see the sun again. 
The brightness hurts my eyes. 

You can also find this prompt here in the Mighty Poets group on The Mighty.

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Potential and Worth, Self-Care, Self-Talk, The Mighty

I Welcome Peace: A Poem About an Important Memory

I Welcome Peace

I connect with the inner workings of my mind. 
I connect with myself.
Who am I? 
What am I doing here? 
I sit and I ponder as I press the keys on my keyboard. 
Words flow from my mind to the ends of my fingertips. 
I’m free to express my thoughts, the energy of my consciousness. 
I create because I am the creator. 
I set the tone to what is happening to me. 
I am because I exist.
I exist because I am. 
I am one with myself.
I’ve come to know peace.


Poem shared in Mighty Poets with prompt above as well.

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Love, Mental Health, Potential and Worth, Power, Quotes

Say Yes

Say yes to yourself today. Say yes to all that is good. Say yes because you are deserving of growth and happiness. 

Say yes because you deserve to experience the best; to attract abundance in all of its forms; to bask in the highest frequencies of happiness and love. 

Say yes…

Yes to peace.

Yes to freedom. 

Yes to friends, community, and loving partners. 

Yes to success and opportunity. 

Yes to a comfortable and affordable home to live.

Yes to relief. 

Yes to stability. 

Yes to unconditional love. 

Say yes because all that is for you is already yours. Accept it. You deserve it. 

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Mental Health

I Am Still A Masterpiece

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I am a masterpiece…

Despite the misaligned parts of me…

the depths of my shadow make me feel like a black hole…a never ending cycle of unfortunate events.

I am a masterpiece…

Despite the unwarranted attachments to the ideals and ideas that resemble the finish line of what I’ve been chasing after.

The messy boundaries, the tsunami of emotions that overpower the logical parts of me.

I am still a masterpiece…

Even after the labels, stamps, post-its, and reminders that maybe I wasn’t born to be.

Maybe the symptoms, sleepless nights, ruminating thoughts, or the clouds I ride to hide from certain parts of me.

I. Am. A. Masterpiece.

No matter who I’m with, or what I’ve done. No matter the sicknesses, or shame, or guilt, or grief.

The carefully crafted intricacies of who I am, the paint strokes of my personality, the network of veins, the heart that pumps blood, feels in bright red, my eyes that see, nose that smells, tongue that taste. All that I am is immeasurable. Unable to fit comfortably by the shackles of definitions.

The universe sleeps within my soul. I am more.

My energy contagious, spreading peace with every breath I breathe. This is me.

I am a masterpiece.

Posted in Confessions, Creative Writing, Love, Mental Health, Potential and Worth, Reflection, Self-Talk, What Just Happened: Personal Anecdotes

Healing Letters of Reflection: Unspoken Words

Healing Letters of Reflection
[Topics- Codependency and Anxious Attachment]

I understand now. I understand what I was meant to learn. How I was in pain too. But, I was trying to make you love me, even though you didn’t want to. I’m sorry. You were in pain like me. The cycles of run and chase. I saw something I knew I could love, so I latched onto that feeling. I was wrong though. Because, I was in pain and needed to manage and take care of my heart first. I needed to love myself more and I didn’t. I wanted to love you because I saw myself in you. Maybe loving you would help me love myself? No. That’s not how that works. Being alone was scary. It was a step into an oblivion of nothingness. What am I to do with all this pain I feel into an unknown future? Can I do it? Wow, do I even believe in myself? Who am I? What do I even want? It’s the ideas, the potential, the feeling. It’s the fear of changing into a person I don’t know.

…Well I’m that person now. The person I was scared to become because, who is she? She can see. She gets it. She understands. 

I understand now. That I was in pain. I was panicking. Trauma responses left and right. Trying to fix. Fixate. Control. Overexplain. Change someone else. I was the one who needed changing. But, that’s okay…because I understand now. So, thank you. You helped me to see, because everything was foggy back then. I hope everything is good with you. I hope you can understand, too. 

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Write a letter to someone who helped you to grow.

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Mental Health, Potential and Worth, Power, Quotes, Self-Care, Self-Talk

Dear Depression

With every breath in me and all of my energy, I push past the parts of myself that tell me I can’t.
Even on the mornings I ask “why?” I embody the character of resiliency.
“I am” despite the thoughts that say “I’m not.”
I define every day with what living means.
I draw it in cursive along the walls of my subconscious.
I deserve peace and I manifest it in every moment.
Although I need time to get my pain together, my strength always takes the lead.
What I have is the power those thoughts try to take from me.
But, even when I feel I’m at my lowest when the fear feels bigger than the triumph,
I get up.
I get up. Every. Single. Time.
Why? Because “I am.”