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, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Mental Health, Self-Care, Self-Talk, The Mighty

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? 

Posted in Creative Writing, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Mental Health, Reflection, Self-Talk

The Whispers of my Intuition

Learning to listen to the whispers of my intuition.

The more I quiet my mind, the louder it becomes.

It’s gentle and soft.

A teacher.

Each lesson allowing the seeds of self-confidence to blossom.

Unlike my ego thoughts, my intuition is quiet, kind, and gentle. If I’m not listening, I can’t hear when it’s giving me directions and guiding me through my day. I’m learning what the voice of my intuition sounds like and how it feels to pay attention. When I allow my intuitive thoughts to lead, my confidence naturally follows.

Affirmation: I trust myself and my intuition. I know who I am.

What does it feel like for you to follow your intuition? How do you know when your intuition is trying to tell you something?

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, Reflection, The Mighty

Poetry Writing: Freedom and Success

Activity

Write a short poem describing what freedom and success mean to you.

What thoughts come to mind? Any images or ideas come up?

My Poem: Successfully Free

I’m encompassed in peace.

Silent.

Still.

Powerful.

A green pasture.

No more to-dos.

I only exist.

My feet burrowed in the dirt.

The sky without clouds, only blue.

Not a worry left in my body.

I realized that I made it.

This is success. This is freedom.

This prompt is also in the Conquer Your Mind group on The Mighty here.

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, Love, Mental Health, Potential and Worth, Power, Self-Talk

I Am Free: Year End Affirmations

I heal my nervous system and open myself to love. To love myself and to be loved by others. I am worthy of love, a healthy love, a fun love, a powerful love, a balanced love.

I am safe within myself. I trust myself. I am what I need. I love my body. My body loves me. I accept myself fully.

I am free to create. Free to prioritize myself. Free to understand who I am. I am free to feel my feeling. Free to my own perspective. Free to learn. Free to make mistakes. Free to move forward.

I feel peace. I am at home in my peace. I am at home within myself. I grow more powerful every day.

I welcome what is for my higher good. I am ready.

Posted in Creations, Keep Moving: Motivation and Inspiration, Mental Health, Potential and Worth, Self-Care

I am Free

I made this and put it on my wall as a reminder that all of me is free.

I am not trapped to the confines of expectations. I am not obligated to hide my words as to adjust to the comfort of others. I am free from the limiting and ruminating thoughts. I am free to make my own decisions. I am free to be myself in every way. I exude excitement to share my interests and what makes me who I am.
I am present.
I hold space.
My voice matters.
I have good ideas.
I do what’s best for me.
I give myself permission to be free.

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

The Love I Seek is Also Seeking Me

Is anyone else as exhausted as I am?

The more I reflect, the more I realize how much energy it’s taking to process the grief that’s these past three years has weighed on my body, my heart, and my spirit. And even though I push past every time, I’m still tired.

Is anyone else like me? Where navigating the World is overwhelming some days. Where I try my best, but still it’s hard not to compare my life to others. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live life as if I was another?

Where you asks the questions that don’t matter, but still blossom into ruminating thoughts. Like, will they accept me? Or, Can someone love me, too? Maybe, will I ever really feel free to be myself, 100% myself, without worrying that I’m too weird or different for the eyes that witness me? Perhaps it’s the sicknesses that plague my body that dictate my fate after all?

Who can love me, too? I ask myself as I wake up in an anxious puddle of sweat dripping down my burdened shoulders.

Maybe, just maybe it’s possible. The love. The acceptance. The bliss of freedom to be myself without fear.

I ask the universe to allow me that freedom.
Right now, I manifest that freedom. I am free from the drought of shame, grief, and guit. I am worthy of the love I seek because it seeks me too. I am ready to receive.

Posted in Creative Writing, Love, Potential and Worth, Power

I Met Peace Today

A spoken work peace in accessing peace following times I’ve struggled with mental health. Identifying and defining what peace means to me. Watch the video here on YouTube!

I met peace today.  I didn’t expect it to feel this way. An all encompassing power of surrender.  A knowing. A feeling. Being.  A state of awareness, of falling like a bird knowing the safety of freedom from the wings that will save me. 

Trusting self. Knowing self.  One with consciousness. No more asking questions of  “who am I?” but only “I am”.  Basking in a green vibrant meadow filled with an ocean of flowers. A kiss from passing wind. Sitting. One with my energy. Flowing. Existing. Awakening. Comfort and confidence in self. Moments gratitude. 

Witnessing one of nature’s wonders.  A waterfall of crystal clear bliss. A mountain of stern certainty. Mimicking the wonders of the moon and sun.  Peace.  Surrendering to right now.  Present.  Just as it suggest, a gift of divine intervention.

A greeting. A congradulations. A integration of self.  Unconditional love of self.  Integrating trauma, self-awareness and transformation. Alchemy. An equal give and take.  Balance.  Understanding pain.

The student. The teacher. Connection. Compassion. Love.  Oneness with love.  Love of self is love of others. Freedom and liberation. Silence of the mind.  Being the crafter. Being the creator.  Stroking the pen as I see fit to write my story. 

Peace.  It’s me. I am peace. Peace is inside of me.  

-SparklyWarTanks