Comfortable,within her own
Hands locked, legs in a spin
Seated calmly amongst a storm of thoughts-
She had everything in her head,
The whites, the black and the grey dots
She had given life a chance again
It gave her hope and then betrayal
Reminding her of her broken dreams
Some buried memories, some haunting the heart
One day it visited her again
To demean her, to reduce her strength
To make her weak again.
Now, she thought her dreams were a curse
They were never fulfilled
But,
She didn’t realize that nobody is trash
None of us are crazy.
Everyone is damaged
Most are distracted
Everybody needs healing
Not everyone is aware of what/how to heal
Nobody has all the answers.
My mom always tells me-
When thinking about life remember two things:
No amount of sadness can change the past and
No amount of guilt can change the future
So be patient
Be compassionate
Be open to love
Be the light
Be hopeful.
At last there was some enlightenment
She tried again and decided to work very hard
Realized nobody but herself had all the answers.
She dropped the fear of being judged
Possibility of being questioned
The chance of being mistaken
Finally, she got the courage disinter her dream
Made love the stimulus that made her unstoppable
She had now become the light in the darkness
A fighter with an armor
Conquering each passing day
Then she understood……..
Her dreams are a curse
Cause they never let her sleep
Or maybe it was her mind- always so hopeful and refused to let her give up
Until it found its visual in the subconscious.
So long until it became a reality in time
She was foolish to leave her hope aside
Yet, she couldn’t help but
Continued as a blind fool destined to believe
Now her heart was truly happy with what she had
So with a purpose in her mind she decided to spread a message all over
She said-
yes, this is life .
we all live
At the same time
But different phases,
Just like reading the same book
But different pages
Yet if, one could slow down
And the other speedens pace,
Then someday maybe
You never know
We could be together
On the same page
Experiencing the same
Vivid interpretations
Wider perspectives.
Then, we would read
We would walk
We would talk
Creating hope
She was truly born all over again.