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Tailte Donaghy Poem
I am simply trying to stay afloat
In an otherwise sinking land
An escape between past and future
An island of pain
Treaded up
Barefoot in the sand
Grains of memories stuck in the creases
Standing is sore
Walking is sore
On my hands and knees I beg
Relief is all I pray for
The physical and mental torment
Occupying a vessel that doesn’t know how to swim
My head hurts from thinking
My hands hurt from holding on
The sun hasn’t risen in a while now
But the clouds bare a similar resemblance
To the ache that wants to be unearthed
Tears and rain, all in the same
A necessary cleansing so we can grow beyond
Copyright © Tailte Donaghy | Year Posted 2025
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Tailte Donaghy Poem
I adorn myself with petals and words of affirmation
Softly spoken over the temple I reside in
A home that has been burnt down more times that I can count
Walls crashing all around me
A fragile foundation
I’ve uprooted and moved
Unearthed the ground beneath my vessel
Stripped away old wounds that have been plastered on top of one another
I have pulled back the layers
Revealing the bare bones of my being
My true essence and colour
Because here is where I live
And here is where I will occupy until I breathe my last breath
I will make a safe haven out of this body that houses my soul
A place to call home
Copyright © Tailte Donaghy | Year Posted 2025
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Tailte Donaghy Poem
3/2/35 03:19
I glorify men
Placing them high on a pedestal
Where my father fell short
The bar is in hell
And the bare minimum are the crumbs I live off
Satiated from nothing and empty promises
An illusion of fullness
As I see myself in half
As I saw myself in half
As I stand here with a void desperate to be filled
Take me served up on a silver platter
Ill intentions disguised as good deeds
And deflection paired with belittlement right on time
The light within me dims when I’m faced with their conditioning
And the fire is lit
Am I being gaslit?
I hook my claws onto potential
As my reflection bounces back at me
Disguised as I swim in the delusion of what they’re telling me
Words so loud and action rarely found
I abandon myself at the sight of basic decency
Copyright © Tailte Donaghy | Year Posted 2025
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