Caroline Bailey
Bio
I write what comes to me mentally and emotionally. I used to write poetry all the time, I am trying to get back into writing at my ripe ol age.
Stories (4/0)
Flowing Through
The grass beneath my feet is soft and still wet from an early morning dew. I could rub my toes in the mud just below the grass, digging myself in the earth, into Mother Earth. she has given us all to this universe, it is time for me to give my body back.
By Caroline Bailey5 years ago in Poets
Her Journey
I don't deny that men have pressure on them to conform to a certain look and body type, but wow oh wow are women constantly subjected to this "perfect" ideal. I mean society made the "dad bod" okay, and even consider it "hot," but what about "mom bodies?" I never completely realized these pressures and standards until I was out and on my own at 18.
By Caroline Bailey5 years ago in Humans
Little Worms
The following poem is about how anxiety makes me think and feel sometimes. It becomes a constant thought that every little smile or laugh that you aren't a part of is about you. What you just said or did is a reason to make fun of you, always. Paranoia can be all consuming.
By Caroline Bailey5 years ago in Poets
Why I Can't Be Loved
So I bet you clicked on this thinking, well, damn another sob story about the lack of love in someone's life. I am betting it is something you have experienced yourself, or at the very least you know someone who has. Maybe my story is a tad different from most, but it's still oddly common, I'm sure.
By Caroline Bailey5 years ago in Humans
