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discreetMelon4020
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PathStep 7 Compassion hearts121 Forum posts27 Forum upvotes61 Current upvotes61 Age GroupAdult Last activeNovember, 2023 Member sinceDecember 6, 2022
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Hey! I use she/her pronouns and I’m a minor. You can call me Melon :)


“It was like this:

you were happy, then you were sad,

then happy again, then not.

It went on.

You were innocent or you were guilty.

Actions were taken, or not.

At times you spoke, at other times you were silent.

Mostly, it seems you were silent—what could you say?

Now it is almost over.

Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life.

It does this not in forgiveness—

between you, there is nothing to forgive—

but with the simple nod of a baker at the moment

he sees the bread is finished with transformation.

Eating, too, is a thing now only for others.

It doesn’t matter what they will make of you

or your days: they will be wrong,

they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man,

all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.

Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad,

you slept, you awakened.

Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts, sometimes persimmons.”

—Jane Hirshfield


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Recent forum posts
Is it weird that I love to give people gifts but receiving gifts gives me anxiety?
Anxiety Support / by discreetMelon4020
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Monday
...See more I’m someone who has a really hard time expressing my feelings towards others through words, especially to the people that I love. But to show them that I care about them I like to give them gifts (especially food). However, when they try to gift me things in return it makes me extremely anxious. I feel guilty if I take what they offer and I don’t know why. I feel that if I accept those gifts that I’ll come off as greedy or selfish, even if I know that they probably don’t think that. Usually I’ll accept it if it’s something small because I think refusing a gift can come off as rude, but I can’t help the feelings that it brings forth. Is that weird or are there other people who also feel like this?
Truth- A Hiaku
Poetry / by discreetMelon4020
Last post
June 28th, 2023
...See more It’s so hard to be In a world such as this place You and only you
The Blossom of Us- A Tanka
Poetry / by discreetMelon4020
Last post
June 10th, 2023
...See more It started like this: Love blossomed like a flower Perfuming the air But it turned sickeningly sweet Petals withered in the end
My Promise to You
Reading & Writing / by discreetMelon4020
Last post
May 23rd, 2023
...See more Plant the seeds of self love and care I will help you water them with my own love for you They will grow into a wonderful garden And when you cultivate the fruits of your labor then you will See You will truly See That you are loved In past, present, and future, all the same You will truly See That you rest in someone’s mind Somewhere, out there It’s ok if you can’t See it yourself I can do all the looking until your ready I am here, beside you Yes, it is true, though I have no physical form Still, the thought and meaning are both weaved with care into every word I say Go, take a step forward Today, tomorrow, next week, and so on I will exist quietly beside you And when the tempest of dark emotions plague you I hope that the presence of my words will be enough If not to blow away the storm, then to offer you an umbrella So we may sit and weather the storm together And come out the other side Maybe not entirely unscathed , but intact as Human Beings This is my promise to you
Summer Lake
Poetry / by discreetMelon4020
Last post
May 18th, 2023
...See more Never still, ripples always cross its face It shines in the morning sun, that lake Warming at high noon And paints me in glorious color come evening Trees dot the horizon Branches sway in the breeze Leaves fall gently to the water A boat passes by, and from it comes waves They tickle my ankles, rushing in My feet sink in sand And I bask in its majestic beauty As the echos of childhood come flooding back
Snapdragon Petals
Poetry / by discreetMelon4020
Last post
May 3rd, 2023
...See more A face of stone Blank as a winter’s first snow Hazelnut eyes Lifeless The upward twinge of her lips Like ripples in a stagnant lake Golden strands of hair draped delicately over her shoulders Snapdragons entangled between fingers A petal flutters gently to the ground With it, my will
You, My Friend
Poetry / by discreetMelon4020
Last post
April 15th, 2023
...See more You take these tears in stride They stain my face in thick lines Like a canyon spanning across a land Filled with imperfections You delivered me from the depths of my sorrow and loathing, turned against myself It brushes its fingertips into the crevice of my consciousness Feather-light into crushing Your goodness is like hero’s sword The light reflects off its silver blade Bathing me in a soft glow, scaring off my foe It’s still there, do not be deceived It’s always there, just at the edge of the forest It never left Because even in the brightest light, shadows still remain But in your presence it dares not to come near That’s enough for now
Grey Sheep
Poetry / by discreetMelon4020
Last post
April 3rd, 2023
...See more A conversation between two unknown entities. “The air is heavy with despair Four cold walls trap what isn’t there.” “What isn’t there?” “Yes, there’s nothing there. Does she really count as something if she is just an empty husk pretending to be human.” “I wouldn’t say pretending-“ “You wouldn’t? I would, because how can something so empty of joy call itself human?” “She’s just weary.” “Weary of what? She has nothing to be weary about.” “Minds do what mind do: they think. Her’s does so a little to much, tugs her towards the brink of self-destruction.” “Perhaps…” “She wishes to rest.” “…” “A walking contradiction. A husk, yet so full of life. It dims by the day. Each long night is another drop of water on her flame.” “I see.” “A herd of black and white sheep in a field, and she is the grey one.” “She does not belong?” “I did not say that. Although she is grey, she is still sheep. She is where she belongs, in the shepard’s field, and the field knows this. It is fact.” “She, herself, does not know it as fact.” “But she will.” “And what of the other sheep?” “The other sheep? What about them?” “Do they know this as fact?” “Does it matter? Black sheep, white sheep, grey sheep, they are all one in the same. They are all sheep.” “Still, she believes that she does not belong with any.” “Then let her find other grey sheep; let her form her own herd, and be accepted into their’s. Maybe one day she will finally allow herself to graze.”
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