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.
Tag: Poem
If My Body Could Talk
If My Body Could Talk
If my body could talk, she would whisper, “slow down” — move at the pace of a snail, as if approaching a yellow light at the intersection of my limits.
She would remind me that I am worthy of care, every second of every day.
My body would tell me when my cup is empty and show me how to refill it.
My body speaks in a calm and soothing voice, I just need to listen. She’s been with me for so long— surely, she knows what I need by now.
If my body could talk, I’d want to talk with her daily,
to be her best friend.
She is me, and I am her.
If only my body could talk.
This poem accompanied the following poll I shared in the Mighty Poets group on The Mighty:
Which title would you choose?
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.
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.
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.”
Creative Corner Pencil Case Prompt: Nova
I sat idle on my bed.
Confused.
Distraught.
Unimaged.
Complacent.
In a trance of sorts.
While even with no energy, or motivation it continues to grow. Like a seed buried under layers of dirt. It assumed its death. Alone in the darkness. But, it is alive.
It’s fueled with struggle and pain. That’s how its fed. Hungry for the day it explodes into its potential.
On the day it’s needed most, it illuminates through my skin and explodes with brightness. I’m alive.
When I didn’t think I had it inside of me, its been there saving me all along.
Returning to its normal capacity, an everyday spark in the depths and core of my being.
It speaks its name. Strength. A nova.
The universe inside of me. The light.
My purpose manifested. I am the universe, my strength, the stamp of divinity.
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Cold
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Attachment.
Abandonment.
Anger.
Anxiety.
Annoyed.
Attention.
Neglect.
Trauma.
Trigger.
Love.
Lust.
Broken.
Battle.
Pieces.
Pain.
Regret.
Relationship.
Frustration.
Confusion.
Casual.
Connection.
Care.
Come.
Enough.
Worthy.
Important.
Ignore.
Ignite.
On.
Off.
Leave.
Attachment.
Abandonment.
Neglect.
Cold.
My heart feels cold.
I give up.
I let go.
I don’t want you.
I don’t need you.
I come back to myself.
I’m first.
I’m all I have.
I’m all I need.
Cold.
My heart feels cold.
I Am Resilient.
If there is one word to define me, that word would be resiliency. My unrelenting will to keep coming back stronger and better is what makes me who I am.
I reflect.
I think.
I learn.
I evolve.
I move on.
It’s a kind of elasticity. Adaptation.
Evolution.
I face what is mine and I craft it into myself.
It is a part of me.
To become more of myself is the purpose and the goal.
And as I adapt and adjust, I leave a little of what was me behind.
I am not what I was but still is who I am.
Whatever was me is still me, but now I embrace what I hid. I am the shadow and id. The ego.
All that is me I learn to admire, I tame the impulse. I am my own choice. I choose me.
I think.
I speak.
I challenge.
I am my biggest challenge.
I face that challenge.
If I am not what I know I can be, I am failing my resiliency.
Rite in the Rain: The Waiting Game
Mind is flooded with questions. Ones that I can’t answer. The type that is out of my control. It’s like…how come I haven’t seen any rainbows? Maybe some miracles?
Love?
No?Just for maybe five seconds, some flowers to represent the “well done.”
I guess I’m just emotionally exhausted.
Adulthood draining me and my subconscious.
A constant cycle of letting myself out to dry after endless tears feel like a thunderstorm.
I’m drenched with the “Whys” and “if.”
In my stomach the lightning of not feeling good enough.
I feel it strike all the way to my chest. Not killing me though but maybe it should.…Perhaps one day, when I’m not looking, peace will knock at my doorstep ready to move in with me.
The sky will be clear.
The rain passed away.
All simply because I deserve it.
I deserve to be loved.
I deserve to feel peace.
I deserve the bouquet of flowers ready for me.
All because I deserve to be happy too.
…Until then I wait as I sit in the rain.
#MightyPoets: Weeding Out My Past
I let go.
Everything.
I allow myself to flourish.
To bloom.
I pull all the weeds from around my insides.
I breathe again.
I inhale.
And exhale.
And with every exhale I blow it all away.
Into the universe.
Where it can no longer be found.
Getting lost behind the clouds.
Behind the stars.
I’m free now.
I’m free.
I let go.
Everything.
Weeding out my past.
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