the struggles of a heart..

Letting go meant gripping tighter than ever to hope. Letting go meant not jumping off a cliff into icy waters although being chased by hyenas. Letting go meant not taming other wolves, instead behaving like a lion. It meant holding on to me for a change. It meant learning to walk again without a hand in mine and a pair of legs following two steps behind. It meant learning to love the silence after only knowing constant sound. Letting go meant forgetting every framed moment and putting our book down. It meant drinking hot tea even when you’re not around. It meant even without your safety nets I’d learn to break down. It meant crossing the busy roads in a big town, yes, without you around. Letting go meant, it was my turn to walk without your guiding sound.

Hold on, From blazing fires to tired embers.. Hold on, From roaring lions to dying riots.. Hold on, From messy minds to fleeting eyes. Hold on,  The greying skies will have to shine, The rising tides will soon minimise, Your crying eyes will soon be dry.. and the weight inside will soon let you fly.  So hold on. Hold on to that thunderstorm and all it's mad mayhem.. for everything that it takes from you it feeds you something else. It takes the breath from you but then it gives you air. It forces a gasp from you but then it lets you stand. Hold on, you're coming out stronger.. so hold on till the end. 💚

You judge before a word is even spoken, you seem to think their world's have never been broken. What's wrong with having a pretty face? So she put on some lipstick and he combed his hair and they carved big smiles to appear like they don't care but the world is harsh with judgments thrown, from every angle and always aiming for your throne. It's not easy to hear how it must've been your fault, that a relationship had ended because of your curly brown locks, it's not easy to take hit after hit because they think you're pretty and forget he's a prick. It must've been her fault! Curvy hips and blood red lips don't stick to one bloke. It must've been him, that fine hair and dreamy stare wasn't made for one gal! What about the guy who bruised her and how about the girl who used him? You walk around and get hit and now you're numb till your room isn't lit. You let it out and cry to sleep because deep inside you're still in love with