This collection delves into the powerful emotions that shape our lives-love, loss, and the strength to rise above. Through vivid imagery, the poems explore the enduring bonds of affection, the resilience born from hardship, the melancholy of minds, and the personal growth that comes from embracing both light and shadow. With themes of empowerment, self-love, and connection, the poems invite readers into a world where devotion stands against the tide of adversity, where the heart learns to heal and transform, and where love is both a refuge and a force of change.

you gotta do what you have to do

The sky is blue, trees are Green

What do you know when it’s alone

All the birds are gone but the clouds are still there

Humans beings just walking around don’t know where they heading

Time spend accurately. It doesn’t you don’t know what’s gonna coming

Life is just a lesson but there are periods you gotta attend to it or not you never learn

Children are everywhere, don’t know what’s going on

The kid has a plan, the boy got a pen.

choose it, do it.

Release all your bad and good thoughts together

See what’s gonna happens, focus, focus on yourself

A good bad things

In the end, it’s doesn’t even matter

I wanted helpbut now that I have itit is a lot harder than expected.To the pointthat I don't want any help anymore.

(Or maybe we have all been told all the wrong things about getting help.)

Rose has had anxiety for what has felt like her whole life (considering that she was diagnosed when she was in kindergarten it was partially her whole life) and now it was really starting to catch up to her. Now at the age of 14, she can't leave the house. Why? you may be asking. Well, if she does go outside she HAS to be by one of her parent's side. So, she can't bring herself to go to school or go really anywhere. She has known for a while that she needed help but it wasn't until she couldn't bring herself to leave the house that her parents started getting concerned about helping her with it. Come with her on her journey going through the mental health field and navigating the new life it brings with it through poetry.

As you read these poems, understand that I was incredibly intoxicated when I was feeling these emotions and/or these events. I write poetry in hopes to reach others, I am a small writer so sharing any of my content is greatly appreciated! My poems have no description, they cannot be described by the measures of the external world.