When empty spaces scatter around your feet and the void is too loud for your miscellaneous mind, you know that words won't be enough. The string of petty lies we tell ourselves won't be enough to console our restless souls. Sometimes the cure isn't found between the lines, or whatever the Universe has in store for us. And sometimes our own body would be the first to betray us, suffocating our hearts until it grows cold and unfeeling - dead as the stars.
Our eyes would long for colors that don't exist and our hands for fingers that hold on to broken things. We are all a little broken somewhere, I believe. We've been broken, we're still breaking and somewhere in the future, maybe we'll break again, but the funny thing is no matter how words break us, we still believe that they're enough to put us back together and perhaps that's true. But even if words won't be enough, take courage in breaking sweetheart, for there may be strength in resistance, but the one that takes up the most strength is having a heart that's been broken a thousand times but is still beating.
Poet's note: hello there guys!!! I just wanted to tell you that I'm incredibly happy being able to write something again after a while. The recent poems I have published were actually my old drafts because I've been on a writer's block for some time and it had me so frustrated with myself, but thank God I'm slowly getting a hold of it now and I got to write this one. I think it helps that you've been amazing to me and messaging me with great remarks about my work so thank YOU. That's all loves, I hope you like it.
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Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poetry"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
