“I hate him. I despise him.” Fear. Anger. Resentment. They all bubbled up to the surface as she clenched her fists, her knuckles as white as the most perfect snowfall.
“You shouldn’t hate them, nor resent. Yes. He did you wrong and he is not the last one to do so. But people who do wrong are the ones who need love most. Always love unconditionally. Always live with the ability to forgive. To move on. Not only for them, but for yourself as well.”
Life lessons. ♡
I felt like writing a poem again. I won’t post all of my poems here only a selected few. This one is for my ghost and the ghostosaur. Sge has been struggling with the feeling of missing someone (seriously don’t understand why silence and personal space is good for my introvert side. I get so irritated of having people around me too long.) I thought of writing a poem for them. Not sure if I like it, however, I am sure they will, mainly because my ghost loves the sea (she’s a mermaid, sssh).
Here it is!
As the moon affects the tidal waves,
As I seem to let you go,
At times I have to say good bye and I never let it show,
The pain I feel inside, my painful hidden fears,
I fight to not cry as I see you wave goodbye,
Because it’s only when we’re together you’ll ever see me cry
Another whip. Another punch. Silence. No hope left. Another kick. Covered in mud and dirt. Her bare back was covered in scars, some ages old, some fresh and open and they were growing in numbers. All she could hear was laughter and ignorance. She could feel the steps of the ground. She felt like sge was choking, the air was toxic. All hope had left her for the life she wanted and as she was about to take her last breath she saw a group of people that were different from the ones hurting her. They were smiling, there was hope in their eyes and as she grabbed the hand reaching out to her she gained courage to just keep going on for a little longer.
”How do I survive all of this only to get out of this vicious cycle of emotions only to come out stronger than before? How can anyone come out stronger when I feel so weak and fragile and my life is at the end of its line. How?”
This will be a part of one of my projects. There will be a series and the pieces will of course be longer. Life is fragile. I choose to use my time helping. That is how I survive. That’s how I want to live.
“How do you do that?” She stared into the sky, her voice shaky. “How do you survive in a world like this without worrying about the future or the fate of human kind?” Her mother looked at her for a while, pondering for a minute.
“There is no point in worrying about things I can’t control“, she replied. “What matters is what I have now and what I do at this moment. You never know what’s around the corner. Do I think about the future? We all do. But I want to live and I think that is what matters the most.”
Meh, I got this idea in the shower (yay for shower thoughts, anyone?) and it didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted it to, so I may actually just go in and edit this tomorrow if the words flow easier. 🙂
They come and go,
As time passes even faulty flowers öike us bloom,
And as something dies something new awaits,
Just a fresh start for some of us,
While the passed are greeted at heaven’s gates
This is just my emotions put into one text. So today’s challenge is not a sentence, but time and the passing of time. What lies ahead?
“I love you. Every inch of you. The way you look at me, the way you make me see the world. I can feel all of this, all of that wonderful things that you do, but I wonder, do you feel it too? Will you stay with me, by my side? Will you be with me until the day I die? The future is not for us to decide, so let’s both enjoy the waves of time.”
Today’s sentence turned into a short poem from my side. :] the bold marks the sentence. I hope you like it. I dedicate this to my ghost and ghostosaur. That will be his honorary nickname.
[There are sentences missing and they will be put up this weekend.]