Mercy In Balance

By Tiana Melendez

"To trust in heaven, we must acknowledge hell."

 

There comes a time when everything changes and you have to face the harsh reality that life will never be the same. You will never be the same, but is it possible to wield the shattered pieces of your life and forge purpose once more? After all, the concept of darkness wouldn't exist without light.

 

There is a Mercy In Balance.

 

Tiana Melendez's debut poetry book explores themes of grief, heartbreak, and depression while showcasing the journey to find reasons to hope and love again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tiana Melendez
• Release date: Jun 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798990470514

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Mercy In Balance

Mercy In Balance

Tiana Melendez

Art by Jessica Melendez

Mercy In Balance

Copyright © 2024 by Tiana Melendez

The author reserves all rights to be recognized as the owner of this work. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the copyright owner.

First edition May 2024

ISBN (ebook): 979-8-9904705-1-4

Cover design by: Jessica Melendez

Art by: Jessica Melendez

Published by Tiana Melendez

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Printed in the United States of America

Disclaimer:

The poems in this book discuss potentially triggering topics such as depression, suicidal ideation, self-harm and death.

The poems in this book should not be used to glorify mental health or symptoms of mental illness. 

You are not alone.

To My Mom,

You gifted me life 

and you inspire me to live

This world, the one we had no choice but to be born in, is vast like an ocean.

There are many fish and there are many fishermen.

There are crashing waves and there is serenity.

There are depths we have never explored and can only dream to one day.

In this world, the one we had no choice but to be born in, there’s the push and pull of everyone else’s actions.

There are voices louder than your own, always surrounding.

There are voices inside your head, constantly pounding.

There is a society not asking to be changed, only to be followed.

There are innocents to be tainted and pain that makes us hollow.

There is love to be felt and love to be lost.

To trust in heaven, we must acknowledge hell.

This world, the one we had no choice but to be born in, is built on our choices.

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When life flew by in startling crystal lights,

we bowed our heads in respect.

When wind blew past, taking everything in its path,

we fell to our knees to praise.

When I saw your face, in misery and in pain, 

I looked away.

I could not bear the truth of what was happening.

When the water rushed past my feet and took the shells into its depths,

I started to realize the mess.

When the storm picked up while I was in its eye,

I didn’t want to feel shy.

I fell to my knees again but this time to cry.

What have I been a part of?

Why did I look away?

Is this how it feels to be in pain?

The bricks on my chest became cinder blocks.

My hands began to shake

and all I wanted to do was pray.

But to whom?

Life will never be the same.

Ode To Nostalgia

I remember a lot.

A blessing or a curse?

I’m not sure.

All I know is

I remember a lot.

I remember a life that feels dimensions away from the one I have now.

I remember a person who feels miles away from the character I am now.

I remember pleasant thoughts,

peaceful thoughts.

No sense of grief for