And when the dust of sadness blinded my eyes,
my search for the destination of happiness ended.
It ended knowing all my falls were worth the pain,
It ended knowing all the dust was worth the rain,
It ended knowing all the loss was worth the gain.
It ended making me realise that there was
nothing haunting me in my nights
nothing that I blame the night for being scary
but it was me who never looked towards the sky,
who never noticed the glitter that he spread all over for his love were the
galaxies and stars he created.
It ended making me realise that river water was never tough on the stones
it was meant to rub off all the roughness and make it flawless,
make it way that adds more to it's beauty but never lives to any hurdle.
It ended up making me realise that there were no monsters under my bed
or out there in the world but they were inside me, feeding me ... my fear.
I wanted to spill it all out but my fate...
Never was I able to produce the sound.
Maybe that's how it was meant to be.
You don't learn from others.
You learn from you.
You live from lessons or die from amendments people make in you!
CITEȘTI
A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoezieA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
