I was a child when I loved holidays.
Played and partied with my Mom and Dad.
Laughed and enjoyed.
Then one night it was late and we're crying.
My Dad wasn't home and my Mom thought he was dying.
Door opened; tipsy steps.
The smell and nose scrunch.
It was given away in a few stares.
I can still hear the screamings afresh.
Still lie on my bed and feel like a guest.
I can recall all those moments
And drown in thousand other sentiments.
I can hear his voice shout, "You're not my family; you're not my blood."
And I can hear it break me down.
No.
No.
No, I'll rise.
I'll not self-harm.
I'll fight.
I'm a rage in calm.
And I will always and for ever remember you in my heart.
But I'll let the wounds heal.
I'll never let anyone pull me apart.
I'll guard myself.
I'll fight the demons.
I'll seek my help.
And it'll be brighter than a thousand suns.
I'll heal like that pretty flower.
Thorn-loaded
Beauty-studded.
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Always remember to take care of your mental health.
And if you're not feeling well, just take a break and seek therapy or consultancy. If that's not available, I am!
Just send me a message, I'll make sure to talk to you and we'll together sort it out.
Never tolerate. It can take a huge toll on your mental health.
Take care of your lovely self! You matter :)
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Historical FictionFrom the time that stood witness to the creation of the universe, life has taken a gazillion forms. However, rolling down the heap of space and time, one thing remained evergreen--love. Although taking multiple forms as well, love has often if not a...
