Planetary

I’ve decided to start sharing my life-long love with you all; poetry.

In seventh grade, I took a sub-course in English and it was poetry. It was and still is by far one of my favorite courses I ever took. Being a teenager full of angst, poetry lent me a way to release my feelings. So I wrote. And I wrote. And I wrote. I kept writing, and now I have a few hundred poems. Some better than others. All of them a piece of me and a glimpse into some point in my life. So I am sharing them with you all now, starting with one of my favorites; Planetary. Enjoy.

I hold you all.
Tiny planets, minute galaxies.
Like an entire universe
In the palm of my hand.
I could blow you all away like dead leaves
Each of you, I willingly gave
A small piece of myself.
But I can take it back at any time.
Stomp out your memories
Like the flicker of a flame under my heel.
Just ashes, debris on my shoes.
Consider yourself lucky to have had me at all.
However long or brief a time.
You were too young, too rash,
Too unpredictable.
Ultimately you just weren’t “the one”.
No matter, there’s still imprints of you on my soul.
That vague memory of a touch, a moan, a breath.
I’ll still dream of you from time to time,
Wake up drenched in sweat and wondering.
Question everything for a glimpse of a moment.
You’re never truly gone unless I choose you to be.
Tread lightly, all it takes is a blink.
And you’re no more to me again than dust.

Jasmine Farkas



Categories: Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Wanderlust, Writing

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