Treading water
You ignore the sign
because the beach is enticing
You dip a toe in the foam
And slowly walk in
The water stings your upper thighs
But the cold is refreshing
You dive until you submerge
But then the tide begins to change
You find your toes unable to touch
An undertow pulls your legs from you
And soon you are in the middle of the ocean
The sign read no swimming
Group therapy
An ant can carry fifty times its weight.
Imagine a colony of them.
But if they try to carry something
that is heavier than combined,
do all the ants struggle,
or just the one who went first?
Unfinished
I cheated on my boyfriend
because I wanted to know
what it felt like to ride
in a jeep with the doors off
and no seatbelts.
I wanted to feel the crunch
of chilled grass on my back
when we had fast sex behind
the water tower. It was so cold.
I defied my lungs with a
cigarette between my fingers
and coated my tongue in warm beer.
I had never had a beer before.
I guess it was supposed to taste
like stale bread. I wanted to love it.
I wanted to love him, not my boyfriend
and have sex without a condom,
take part in the great chase.
Why were things so easy?
I wanted to be ravished, like I was a bad girl.
I was a bad girl
licking cocaine off his teeth
letting him rip into my hair
love making from fighting
declaring my passion
driving too fast
feeding my mania
never telling my boyfriend
who still doesn’t know
None of them know-
Why did I do it?
I didn’t have to face the aftermath
always needed someone
to love me I don’t
love myself and having a backup
I never want to be alone
eventually ruin everything
because I know I don’t deserve
Brace Yourself
The trees are upside down
and the animals do not talk.
Where is the noise?
Insect wings do not scratch
and the geese flock above,
an arrow pointing in direction.
The sun is too bright
yet it doesn’t cast your shadow
Where did it go?
Check behind that rock
and peel up a patch of moss,
its stems are too saturated.
The atmosphere is static
and the wind is sweet.
Where are your senses?
Lift your chin to the sky
and see the red of morning,
the scent of storm on your tongue.
Relief
Just for a second.
Imagine. No slipping bra straps or needing
to see the sun to sneeze.
Your sock never scrunching
under your heel, and water
never trapping in your ear.
Imagine. That eye lash coming unstuck
and not needing to search
for a cool side of the pillow.
A wardrobe of cotton t-shirts
that smell like mama’s chest
and feel like your childhood dog.
Lies
I can leave the house,
visit a friend who I haven’t seen
because my batteries are finally charged.
Hold a conversation, make eye contact
Stay for an extra hour past my bedtime because
I can wash the bedsheets stained
from a spot of mayonnaise that escaped
a Subway sandwich. No need for takeout,
or eating in bed for that matter because
I can survive the grocery store.
the sweaty man who is shaking cantaloupes,
the cashier who asks if I need paper bags
(I still forget to bring my own)
but I don’t feel guilty saying yes because
I can go to therapy sessions
where I have to tell the truth
to a therapist who knows I’m lying
but still tell her I have done these things.
Mania
The hills pitch the sun.
The last breath of night dissociates
back to reality. The world awakens
to a new personality.
Temperamental heat bounds in
through a cracked window,
adrenaline for the skin and lungs
to drink. The universe
is volatile and the earth vanishes
beneath both feet, but I am ready to fly.
Casted
At first, I could feel inside,
what was left of me.
Now there is nothing preserved.
A heart that does not pulse,
lungs that fold flat,
a voice that is just a scratch.
My face is a part of my abdomen
and my limbs have plastered.
I am a chamber of hallow ether
as the earth moves slowly around me.
H. Nicole is currently an MFA Creative Writing graduate student focusing on fiction and poetry. Her flash fiction work, “Robin Eggs” was published in Passengers Journal Vol. 1 Issue 3, and her poem “One Last Thing” was published in Sad Girls Club literary blog. Nicole’s work comes from her personal struggles living with bipolar disorder. While bringing awareness to mental health, Nicole wants her work to bring comfort to those who also struggle with the disease but have trouble expressing it through words. She also wants to encourage others who are bipolar to write their own experiences down in words because those are the types of stories and poems that need to be written.
Along with pursing writing, Nicole is a teaching fellow where she focuses on transfer of knowledge theory within first-year college compositional curriculums. She will also be teaching a section of first-year college composition this Fall 2021 semester where she plans to teach rhetorical writing through creative writing practice.
Mental Illness Awareness Week is October 3-9 NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness)
- Tuesday Oct. 5: National Day of Prayer for Mental Illness Recovery and Understanding
- Thursday Oct. 7: National Depression Screening Day
- Saturday Oct. 9: NAMIWalks United Day of Hope
- Sunday Oct. 10: World Mental Health Day
Jill Becker
October 6, 2021 - 6:59 am ·Beautiful.
I was just going to take a quick glance, but I stayed, and read them all. I will also come back to read them again.
Thank you so much for your courage, and the graceful way you shared.
Alex Palmatier
October 13, 2021 - 5:16 pm ·Wow. These are so profound and evocative. Thank you for sharing!
Annmarie Kearney-Wood
October 13, 2021 - 8:28 pm ·Wow. Powerful. amazing. Thank you.
Denise Shelton
October 14, 2021 - 5:34 am ·I enjoyed these poems so much. I have several family members who are bipolar, so they resonated with me. My favorite was Group Therapy. Thanks for sharing them, Nicole.
Dave Donelson
October 16, 2021 - 7:20 am ·I had thought to give a quick read-through, but found such depth I went back several times. Good, honest work!
Gabi Coatsworth
October 18, 2021 - 2:25 pm ·Way to make art out of pain. Well done…
Meira Rosenberg
October 19, 2021 - 10:25 pm ·These poems are full of beauty and raw emotion. I’m so glad I read them, and I’ll read them again.