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Spoken Word - Making Windows Out Of Words

Anxiety Support / by Whispered212

March 17th

...See more As the days become shorter and the walls of your existence seem to close in, when every thought reverberates like footsteps in a deserted corridor, keep this in mind: You still possess words. Not the refined ones meant for performances or literature, but the soft ones that come forth when the night feels heavy and the future appears to be a sealed room. Hold those words in your hands as if they are instruments. Place them next to each other not to construct a barrier but to create an opening. A sentence transforms into a small frame. A paragraph brings in light. A page becomes air that starts to flow again. You begin to perceive beyond the moment that once seemed unchangeable. Through the window of your words, you see that the sky remains. The clouds continue to shift. Morning still practices its return even if you cannot yet sense it. Pain does not vanish instantly. The room remains unchanged. The night persists. Yet now there is a way for the light to come in. You document what you endured today. You write about what scared you. You describe the form of the silence. You express the relentless heartbeat of hope that refused to fade away. Each word expands the opening. Each line allows another breath to enter. And one morning, without any prior notice, the room fills with daylight that originated from a single sentence. You glance around and realize you did not flee from the darkness. You created pathways through it. You fashioned windows from the only resources you had. And through those windows, the future is already approaching you.

Poem - The Minutes Drag On

Anxiety Support / by Whispered212

November 25th, 2025

...See more It begins just like it always does — the clock shining like a judgment. The minutes drag on, yet your thoughts race like untamed dogs. You’ve attempted everything — music, deep breathing, counting sheep, but your mind remains restless. It’s crafting narratives once more, worst-case scenarios in bright letters, a relentless chorus of what ifs that echo the sentiment of not being enough. But hear this — you are not defined by your racing thoughts. You are the one courageous enough to confront them. You’ve stood amidst your own turmoil and declared, Fine. Let it pour. You’ve sat in the darkness, with only the rhythm of your heartbeat, and still murmured, I will get through this. And that? That’s bravery in its most genuine form. You see, society glorifies strength — muscles, awards, triumphs. But true strength? It’s you — awake at night, feeling everything, and still choosing to welcome tomorrow. You’re not disintegrating. You’re unfolding. You’re discovering that peace isn’t merely the absence of chaos — it’s the ability to remain steady within it. Every sleepless night serves as a classroom. Every anxious hour acts as a mentor. They’re teaching you the essence of perseverance. And when dawn arrives — and it will — you’ll gaze at the sky and understand: you’ve made it once more. You. Have. Made. It. Again. No monster lurking beneath the bed, no tempest within your heart, no whisper of doubt can deter you. Because you are forged from stories of resilience. You are woven together with tenacity. You are living evidence that even when tranquility is absent, hope still keeps the light on. So the next time the night taunts, You can’t manage this, smile — and respond, Watch me. To watch the video of my spoken word please click the link. https://youtube.com/shorts/8NZvjenkp8o?si=HPDJ8b5NdCfHvpZX

Poem - The Minutes Drag On

Anxiety Support / by Whispered212

November 25th, 2025

...See more It begins just like it always does — the clock shining like a judgment. The minutes drag on, yet your thoughts race like untamed dogs. You’ve attempted everything — music, deep breathing, counting sheep, but your mind remains restless. It’s crafting narratives once more, worst-case scenarios in bright letters, a relentless chorus of what ifs that echo the sentiment of not being enough. But hear this — you are not defined by your racing thoughts. You are the one courageous enough to confront them. You’ve stood amidst your own turmoil and declared, Fine. Let it pour. You’ve sat in the darkness, with only the rhythm of your heartbeat, and still murmured, I will get through this. And that? That’s bravery in its most genuine form. You see, society glorifies strength — muscles, awards, triumphs. But true strength? It’s you — awake at night, feeling everything, and still choosing to welcome tomorrow. You’re not disintegrating. You’re unfolding. You’re discovering that peace isn’t merely the absence of chaos — it’s the ability to remain steady within it. Every sleepless night serves as a classroom. Every anxious hour acts as a mentor. They’re teaching you the essence of perseverance. And when dawn arrives — and it will — you’ll gaze at the sky and understand: you’ve made it once more. You. Have. Made. It. Again. No monster lurking beneath the bed, no tempest within your heart, no whisper of doubt can deter you. Because you are forged from stories of resilience. You are woven together with tenacity. You are living evidence that even when tranquility is absent, hope still keeps the light on. So the next time the night taunts, You can’t manage this, smile — and respond, Watch me. To watch the video of my spoken word please click the link. https://youtube.com/shorts/8NZvjenkp8o?si=HPDJ8b5NdCfHvpZX [https://youtube.com/shorts/8NZvjenkp8o?si=HPDJ8b5NdCfHvpZX]

Spoken Word - Continue To Burn

Anxiety Support / by Whispered212

November 15th, 2025

...See more There’s a flame within me. At times it’s subtle, a mere flicker under the burden, a soft murmur beneath the anxiety, but it exists. It’s always present. Perhaps you recognize that flame as well. That little urge to "keep pushing forward," even when it feels like your lungs have forgotten how to inhale. That small, tenacious ember that anxiety attempts to extinguish, but never fully can. Yes, I see you. Hands shaking. Heart racing. Mind whirling in endless loops. And still, you’re here. You’re still here. And that signifies something. That signifies everything. Because the reality is: hope isn’t boisterous. It doesn’t announce itself in the crowd. It’s a match in the downpour, a gentle light that proclaims, "I’m not done yet." And oh, how that little flame perseveres. It burns through the haze. It slices through the clamor. It transforms fear into motivation. So when anxiety murmurs, "You’re falling apart," you tell it, "No. I’m reshaping myself." When it claims, "You’ll never succeed," you ignite your flame and respond, "Watch me soar." Because you, my friend, are not delicate. You are crafted. You are the result of storms that believed they could shatter you, and failed. Every breath is resistance. Every heartbeat is rebellion. Every step forward is a triumph. You are not merely surviving, you’re evolving. You are not diminishing, you’re igniting. You are not shattered, you’re shining brightly. So allow the world to witness your flame. Let it know who you are. Because this? This is what true strength embodies, not the absence of fear, but the bravery to continue moving alongside it. You are the dawn after the restless night. You are the spark amidst the tempest. You are the flame that refuses to extinguish. And even when darkness returns, remember, you’ve carried your light through tougher times. You’ve rebuilt yourself from the ashes before. And each time, you’ve burned even brighter. Still I rise. Still I breathe. Still I burn. To watch the video version of my spoken word please click the link. https://youtube.com/shorts/fWJ6iI2bxyo?si=Uj8iLQ1sNQb4rX-6

Spoken Word - 3 a.m.

Anxiety Support / by Whispered212

November 14th, 2025

...See more Spoken Word - 3 AM It’s 3 a.m. once more. That cursed hour when silence becomes deafening, when your heartbeat starts drumming against your ribs as if trying to escape, when every thought transforms into a storm, and every shadow becomes familiar with your name. You lie there, eyes wide open, while the ceiling creates constellations of "what if" and "why can’t I" and "what if I never succeed?" And your mind, oh, your mind, turns into a race with no end in sight. But listen closely. You are still here. And that signifies you are unbeaten. You’ve battled unseen demons and still managed to get up for work. You’ve smiled in places where your heart felt like it was on fire. You’ve borne the burden of countless worries and still opened the door for someone else. That’s not a sign of weakness; that’s the work of a warrior. See, the night speaks boldly. It murmurs that you’re insufficient, that tomorrow will remain unchanged, that hope has packed its belongings and left at sunset, but the night is deceitful. Because every sleepless night you’ve endured has also endured you. You’ve outlasted it. Every. Single. Time. You, the dreamer who can’t sleep, the overthinker with a heart of a lion, the spirit that refuses to stay down. Hope doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it simply breathes. A soft inhale saying, "Maybe tomorrow." A shaky exhale saying, "But I’ll give it a shot." And that effort, that small spark, is the miracle that darkness cannot reach. So when the ceiling begins its murmuring, when your thoughts start marching once more, remember this: You are not the chaos. You are the calm learning to sing. You are the dawn hidden within a sleepless night. You are the heartbeat that declares, "Not yet, I’m not finished." And I assure you, the sun is persistent. It will rise for you. Every time. Even when you believe it has forgotten your name. So hold on, my friend. Hold on through the shakes and the tears. Because the night may boast, but the night never prevails. If you want to watch the video version of my spoken word then please click the link. https://youtube.com/shorts/q-76yVCIYIs?si=k4gt9Y6ixokw3jx3

Poem - When The Ocean Howls

Anxiety Support / by Whispered212

November 13th, 2025

...See more The ocean is howling once more. And I find myself caught in it. My hands trembling, my heart pounding, struggling to recall which direction is up. Anxiety doesn’t murmur. It bellows. It fills my lungs with salt and uncertainty and calls it breathing. Every thought transforms into a wave. Too tall, too heavy, too swift. I reach for tranquility, but tranquility is elusive. It slips right through my grasp like grains of sand. The tempest commands, sink. The tempest commands, stop resisting. The tempest commands, you’ll never return to the surface. And then I sense it. A pull at my chest. A thread of warmth in the coldest part of my being. Hope. It’s not loud, but it exists like the solitary star that refuses to be submerged no matter how dark the night becomes. Hope says, “I understand you’re weary. I know the water is deep. But breathe regardless. Kick regardless. Reach regardless.” And I do. Not with grace. Not flawlessly. But I do. Because hope isn’t a miracle. It’s strength. It’s remembrance. It’s the echo of every moment I claimed I couldn’t and then did. It’s what keeps me buoyant when the storm persists. And I’ve realized that the ocean can rage as much as it wants, but I’m designed to rise. I’m designed to float. I’m designed to discover light even when it’s not visible yet. So yes, I’m still in the water. The waves continue to crash. But I am not the sinking vessel. I am the survivor. And this life preserver called hope? It’s not borrowed. It’s mine. It’s woven from every heartbeat that refused to give up. So let the thunder speak. Let the waves challenge me. I’ll confront them. Breath for breath, pulse for pulse. Because I know one truth stronger than the storm: I was not created to drown. To see a video of my spoken word please click the link. https://youtube.com/shorts/o9Q2csXeaDY?si=ZnUdqIfsnX1d-CnW [https://youtube.com/shorts/o9Q2csXeaDY?si=ZnUdqIfsnX1d-CnW]

Spoken Word - The Flame Within You

Anxiety Support / by Whispered212

November 12th, 2025

...See more There exists a flame within you, sometimes it flickers softly, at other times it blazes fiercely, but it is always present. Anxiety may try to convince you that it’s overwhelming, that you are insignificant. But the flame chuckles. It softly assures you, I can handle this. Every racing thought serves as fuel. Every shaking hand stands as evidence. Every heartbeat urging you to persist, is a spark challenging the shadows. You are not defined by your fears. You are not defined by your uncertainties. You are the fire that will not be extinguished. Even when the world trembles, even when your mind screams, even when the night seems never ending, you rise. You rise time and time again, a fire in motion, a heartbeat that refuses to surrender. So raise your chin. Allow the flame to roar. Let it blaze through anxiety, through fear, through everything that attempted to dim it. Proclaim it boldly: I am fire. I am hope. I will not be defeated. For the flame within you, it is relentless. It is unwavering. It belongs to you. If you would like to see the video of my spoken word please click the link. https://youtube.com/shorts/vOWWkYdCQ4I?si=bpM21jPi-k0uZCPc

Spoken Word - The Flame Within You

35 & Over Community / by Whispered212

November 25th, 2025

...See more There exists a flame within you, sometimes it flickers softly, at other times it blazes fiercely, but it is always present. Anxiety may try to convince you that it’s overwhelming, that you are insignificant. But the flame chuckles. It softly assures you, I can handle this. Every racing thought serves as fuel. Every shaking hand stands as evidence. Every heartbeat urging you to persist, is a spark challenging the shadows. You are not defined by your fears. You are not defined by your uncertainties. You are the fire that will not be extinguished. Even when the world trembles, even when your mind screams, even when the night seems never ending, you rise. You rise time and time again, a fire in motion, a heartbeat that refuses to surrender. So raise your chin. Allow the flame to roar. Let it blaze through anxiety, through fear, through everything that attempted to dim it. Proclaim it boldly: I am fire. I am hope. I will not be defeated. For the flame within you, it is relentless. It is unwavering. It belongs to you. If you would like to see the video of my spoken word please click the link. https://youtube.com/shorts/vOWWkYdCQ4I?si=bpM21jPi-k0uZCPc

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