I , from this very moment, not any more drop a single weep casting any regret. I don’t no more hover in the streets of nowhere and pitch my best to what’s next. I understand that there isn’t any scope for a human being in my life who roots to unwillingness . I will not pressurize my mind & soul to drown in the intensity of any situation that is a threat to my stability and well being . The same butter that melts on high temperatures also hardens strong enough to break down when all the chills are upon it. No freckle on my body says it’s ashamed of itself & no flaw an imperfection. I will let mistakes teach me but not stop me. My heart that has been in places where it could not get owned & places where it did not want to be owned. My heart and mind however , at the end of the day should not by me , disowned. Not every pain was a necessary display or every smile ,a real one but every intention , gentle and pure. Pride and esteem never wore a costume & how little sweeps have covered every inch of the bathroom. If a flower appears dead to me, I will approach a garden but never get comfortable with the state of not trying. My blood cold towards injustice and water to discontentment. But after every day, I will remind this to myself. My pain letter didn’t have to be the one describing every hurt but it had to show how getting hurt is still easy and overcoming phase is worse. My prayers to anyone and everyone going through anything in their lives. It shall pass. This was my Scarlet Letter, my shade of pain.
We’ve all had our share of days where nothing feels right, nothing goes right. These black dates are one of those kind of dates that drags us, our self esteem and happiness down.
As an artist, your whole life shall be devoted in finding the right inspiration or the right word but you just wouldn’t. I could just scroll through my drafts to a number of unfinished work waiting to be published but all I want to put up shall probably be something I haven’t written before. But in one of these days, I just wouldn’t get the motivation.
My words convert into blank spaces and the heavy jamming clogs my thoughts.Maybe I need the motivation everyone keeps looking for and maybe it’s too away from me. I guess we all stay unmotivated at times.
I guess it’s okay. Is it?
I would love to know if anyone else feels the same too. 🙂
A girl whom you meet with the brightest smile has woken up with heavy dreams that pull her down, she jumps on the puddle of rain water to mask the mud getting fuller in her, her aura looks like a million bucks but she counts her worth in pennies , her hate so prominent but that love inside sees no conditions , her mascara rolls on her lashes and dries on her cheeks ,night by night, every night. She might be right next you but you don’t know her.
To every lady reading this, don’t consider ‘know your worth underrated’
To every man reading this, any woman in your life is a blessing, look deep within and beyond all her imperfections.
Also, we are so close to 1K in such a less time. Once it’s done, as requested by a many of you, I shall do a post regarding myself and if there is anything you want to know about them let me know, shall put it in the next post.