Poetry by Tina Isom-Carey

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Eyes                                          

When you look into my eyes, 
what do you see?

The debris from all the tragedy?

That’s only part of me

Like a detainee, I’m trapped inside, 
denied feelings of happiness
only a slight will to survive 
I’m only here
because
I plea,
for sanity
for my mind to not 
take over me,
with negativity
to give me the dignity
to fight another day. 
Strength, not captivity 
Ability, not anxiety
I want to write words 
that need to be heard
without them getting blurred. 
Let me transfer the good 
for all that are misunderstood.
I want to RISE, 
that’s what I want you to see
when you look into my eyes.

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STORMS                                            

I can find peace in the winds now,

I love the roar ,

The ever-changing churns.

It takes, it makes, it purifying.

Its loveless, on purpose

Unlike people.

Storms take away the absence of 

My blistering cries. 

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​Tina is a Personal Chef and a long-time writer and lover of poetry. She writes from personal knowledge of trauma, grief, mental health, and healing. She is hoping to inspire and create a unified experience of hope and understanding. Tina has been published by The Voice’s Project, AntiherionChick, Poetica Review, Call and Response Journal, Ghost Heart Journal, Poetic Pill Blog, Athena Review, and others.