you stare at the bright ceiling
while all your eyes see
are the darkest hues of past,
thoughts of abandonment
running back and forth in your mind.
the shadows of the monsters
that took a birth
in your head last week,
still covers all the light
that you soul badly needs.
another month passed,
and yet, you’re here
with the conflicting self,
parts of you still crave to die
while some were never alive.
your lungs still inhale the air,
and your heart still pumps the blood.
you wore the mismatched dress
last night to the crowds of strangers,
but the touch up of bravery
was enough to let you shine.
amid all you’ve been through
this burning sensation of courage
never found a way out.
“stars are falling
and you’re falling apart.
stars lost themselves
and you’re on your way
to find thyself.”
pulling the ropes of hope,
i saw you wiping your tears
and allowing them to flow
more and more everyday.
how do i put this
in a few metaphors darling,
the package of your stormy shine,
how you always find a way
to adorn the darkness
even far away from the light.
this fire in you darling,
of courage and hope,
don’t let it blow
even amid the harshest storms.
— vishakha//@penthethoughts
