creative writing mental health poetry

Coffee Break Poetry

My Life Is My Art

Do you remember the time, not long ago,

We couldn’t wait to talk to each other again.

Texting all day until early next morning,

Smiling at the sound of that text notification,

Laughing at inside jokes and dumbass remarks.

I miss that. I miss you.

You’ll never know just how much.

Just how hard it is to keep going,

Knowing those times are forgotten for you.

Are they? Are those memories gone?

Or do you remember as often as I do?

I’ll be okay.

I’ve met good, kind people who encourage me.

Keep going, keep healing, keep sharing.

My life has become my art.

Art that you don’t get to see anymore.



I found this while going through some papers in my kitchen cupboard (of all places!). It was jotted down on sticky paper and forgotten about. Most of the poetry I find is wrote on sticky notes honestly LOL. I should start calling this Sticky Note Poetry. I don’t remember writing it but I know it was at least 2 years ago and the hurt was real and raw and I could never imagine the anger and betrayal that this would bring in the end. There are still so many new things that I am learning about myself and feelings that are emerging from childhood as I explore my memories and those boxes in my head on this journey of healing and moving forward.

Have a great weekend!

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Don’t Let Go

You make my soul feel loved and whole and special. I could never find the right words to tell you how much I appreciate your friendship, your presence, your words of encouragement.

My heart feels warm when I speak your name, when I picture your face (that sweet magnetic smile), and when I think of your eyes the color of a perfect cloudless day.

The sound of your voice does the same thing to my skin as sitting naked in a sunbeam, the sound caresses every inch. Your breath whispers like a soft and gentle breeze through my hair.

You always know what to say and also say what needs to be said. I hate and I love you at the same time. And no matter what I always miss you. I miss you so much my heart aches and twists with torturous beats until I can speak to you again.

We only speak a couple times a year, see one another even less, but yet no time passes and nearly 1000 kilometers separate us. Friends for almost 25 years. Soul mates for eternity. Best friends for life.

I need you to never let go, never give up. I need that constant love and warmth to get me through today and tomorrow. And the day after that. I need my best friend no matter how far away because we are tied at the heart, our souls hold hands through all the joys and sorrows and time.

Don’t let go.