Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

poems (Remove filter)

Recent Comments

Marla Joy on Lions Land.
2 hours ago

Greg Freeman on Dominoes
2 hours ago

M.C. Newberry on Combe Gibbet
3 hours ago

Ian Whiteley on Citizens
3 hours ago

M.C. Newberry on Sashaying to Byzantium
3 hours ago

M.C. Newberry on IT AIN'T ME, BABE
3 hours ago

Auracle on Festive FM
5 hours ago

Tim Higbee on Grandfather
6 hours ago

TobaniNataiella on She Says Goodbye
7 hours ago

R A Porter on Sashaying to Byzantium
9 hours ago

Nerves

It’s almost as if you’ve been 
reborn.

The moment 
you can take a breath
without feeling yourself
drowning.
Cement is no longer
running through your veins
slowing every movement,
because now it is only gravel.
Your head is now 
not filled with buzzing static,
and instead 
the distant sound of 
electric storm clouds.
Enraged fire 
replaces the
sleeping snow.

You are finally se...

Read and leave comments (1)

🌷(3)

anxietydepressiondescriptivefeelingshappinesslifelivingpoemsrecovery

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message