Hallucinations Of A Survivor
I’ve been in these sheets for many days and
nights, kidnapped inside this room watching the demons dancing with the walls.
My eyes can no more stand the sunlight. This darkness is flowing through my
spirit. You know how it feels to be drowning beneath a sea of grief for way too
long? I had to learn how to breathe underwater so no one sees my blue gloom. No pity
is needed nor mercy is sought. I am aware that being felt or understood would
not heal this illness or gather these pieces to make them a whole again.
The cure‘s within my grasp. From accepting the
pain and welcoming the fail blows the brightest strength. And each dusky tunnel
ends up with a burning light just like after every biting winter comes a
blooming spring.
I am tired of being the sinking boat that
blames the monstrous storm and the giant waves. I am more than just a poor lame
miserable. I’ve survived the worst I’ve been put through hell and I can guide
my paths to Heavens one more time. The thing about Happiness is that it rises above
any physical matter… It’s about realizing that our lives and the universe are so
much bigger than us, they cannot be controlled or attached to some particular
manners. With every Up and Down, life goes on and on, our purpose here is to
find inner peace by shaping ourselves to fit in all its many obscured and
ablaze folds.
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