astera.poetry

I need to find my sense of selfand I’m not going to do thatsharing every thoughtevery feelingevery fearso freely.I am taking my heart off my sleeveand locking… Read more “101 [rest]”

One hundred days since I started writing. How much has changed in one hundred days? One hundred days ago, I was working in a job that made… Read more “day 100”

Is it a weight on my shoulders? Honestly, no. It’s not. I would have to care for it to weight me down. I’m too tired to care.

My boss pulled me to one sideto talk about some thingsshe had overheard.She wanted me to know thatshe was there if I needed to talkabout anything;work or… Read more “watch your words”

Time just keeps passing me by. I blink and it’s almost September. I keep beating myself up at work because I feel like I’ve been there forever… Read more “how is it almost september tho”

The taste of bloodfills my mouthevery moment of the dayas my wisdom teethare pushing through again.My jaw is perpetuallytender and swollenmaking me look likean overly grumpy squirrelhoarding… Read more “teething pains”

Give up on me.No, I don’t mean that in aself-pitying“please don’t leave me” way.I mean it in a“you’re only hurtingyourself at this pointso please have a little… Read more “give up on me”

There are so many thingsI could be doing right nowbut I’m spending my eveningplaying Minecraft with my friendsand this isexactly where I want to be.

I’ve been trying to take itone step at a timein the right directionand without realisingI have started runningtowards the methat I want to be.

TRIGGER WARNING – ABUSE Happy birthday, love. I hope you’re well. Wait, no, I hope you rot. Your 17th birthday was the first time you really hurt… Read more “happy birthday to my abuser”