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  • The Best of Axton N. O. Mitchell: Powerful Poetry Collection Unveiled

    The Best of Axton N. O. Mitchell: Powerful Poetry Collection Unveiled

    Introducing “The Best of Axton N. O. Mitchell”
    – A Curated Poetry Collection

    I’m excited to share my latest creative project with you all. It is a carefully curated collection of my most powerful poems. It is now available online for your viewing. This collection shows some of my most personal work. It is thought-provoking and explores themes of identity, loss, and relationships. The human experience is also explored.

    About the Collection

    “The Best of Axton N. O. Mitchell” features five poems that hold special significance in my creative journey:

    1. “Wheeling Roads: Mother’s Home”: A deeply personal exploration of grief and friendship. It also delves into the lingering questions we face when someone important leaves our lives.
    2. “TDOV”: A powerful piece written for Trans Day of Visibility. It examines the intersection of identity, community, and the struggle for recognition in a world that often seeks to erase.
    3. “Transitional”: This poem challenges societal constructs around gender, examining the journey from childhood expectations to authentic self-expression.
    4. “They/Them”: A celebration of love, connection, and the beauty of relationships that transcend traditional boundaries.
    5. “Hands-Off”: A bold statement on autonomy, identity, and the right to exist authentically without interference.

    The Creative Vision

    This collection is presented with a distinctive aesthetic. Powerful words are set against moody, grayscale landscapes. These elements enhance the emotional impact of each piece. The visual presentation complements the raw honesty of the poetry, creating an immersive experience for readers.

    Each poem signifies a different facet of my voice as a writer, from intimate confessions to bold declarations. Together, they create a tapestry of experiences. I hope these experiences will resonate with readers who have walked similar paths. They also resonate with those who seek to understand different perspectives of their own.

    Experience the Collection

    I invite you to explore “The Best of Axton N. O. Mitchell” presented by Poeaxtry. The collection is designed to be experienced at your own pace, allowing each piece to be absorbed and reflected upon.

    Are a longtime follower of my work? Or you are discovering it for the first time? I hope these poems speak to you in meaningful ways. Poetry has always been my way of making sense of the world. Sharing these pieces feels like extending a hand of connection.

    What’s Next?

    This collection shows just a part of my work, and I look ahead to sharing more in the future. If you connect with these poems, I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.

    How does poetry help you process your experiences? Which poem in this collection resonates with you most?

    The best of Axton N.O. Mitchell

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  • The Ugliest Truth I Grew From A Reflection on Betrayal, Trust, and Healing

    The Ugliest Truth I Grew From A Reflection on Betrayal, Trust, and Healing

    Truth

    Some truths do not come wrapped in lessons or soft landings. The ugliest truth I have had to grow from is not about heart break. It is at least not how you would expect it to be. It was not a breakup or a solo betrayal. I learned repeatedly that the people you let closest can hurt you the most. Oftentimes, the knives hide behind hugs.

    Relationships


    I was with this one woman for ten years, a lot of high school and young adulthood. We took a break for a few weeks, and she was married to my “best friend.” Neither of them said a word till’ it was done. Not a warning, or a check-in. Just a wedding announcement with my past all dressed up and pretty in my best man’s arm. Like we hadn’t meant a thing, like I had not trusted her with the worst parts of the last decade… and she the same with me.

    Maybe that’s what made it worse at the time. It wasn’t just about the girl that hurt me. I mean the man was my best friend. The two I thought were going to be my family forever. Turns out they both can forget I even exist in less than two months.

    Then comes in the parade of women who loved the idea of me but never the weight of me. They wanted poetry not presence. They saw me as a soft place to land not a person with his own storms. I would show up, pour in, give them real and all I got in return were lame excuses. Vibes without effort. Promises with no follow through.

    At one point (well actually many points) I made myself believe I was too much. I now know was asking for bare minimum. Match my energy. Mean what you say. Show up like I do.

    What Breaks me

    What breaks me the most isn’t even them. It is the repeated chances I have given most people before and after them. The ugliest truth is that I used to trust too quickly. Believed too deeply. Gave way too much, much too soon. I just did not want to live like the world was full of liars. But the fact simply is some people are. Some people see your heart as something to step around. Some will touch your wounds with dirty fingers. Some will allow you to carry them until you fold under the weight of them.

    And when I finally broke, I rebuilt smaller, and tighter. With iron clad boundaries I hold like barb wire. That’s what growth looked like: not forgiveness and not grace. Just knowing better and loving harder from further away.

    Growth

    I grew from this experience. Not everyone who reaches for you deserves a seat at your table. And trust should never be given before it is actually earned.

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