Before envying the smile on my lips
Before begrudging my joy
Before wishing for my strength
I want you to know
You think you know me
But you don't.
What I've been through
Which nightmares keep me up at night
Which ghosts haunt my heart
Which demons I fight
Which traumas I carry
Which scars I hide
Which fears I hold
Which anger burns in my chest
Which sadness rolls on my cheeks
You don't know.
When you see me happy
Strong and proud
You see the outcome of my struggles
The consequence of my efforts
The result of my sacrifices
The product of my choices
But you don't see the roots under
The reasons behind
The iceberg under the surface
You don't see.
And it's okay,
Because I know
And that's enough.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
The Books of the Past
ŞiirWelcome to the darkest part of my heart, but also the brightest A sense of catharsis through writing the drama of my past life A healing process through revisiting old poems and new perspectives An attempt to let the past in the past and live in the...
