Is it worth it? Keeping inside all those wild thoughts that paint your life canvas black, taking away the light and shutting you into the dark? No. Never…. You should always let it out…or else it will spread like venom in your body…feeding on your existence like a predator…eating away every trace of life that might still be there…so here it is…unable to be contained anymore…I guess this time for the best.
I am waiting to be heard…to be listened to…to be consoled…to be encouraged…to be appreciated…to be respected…to be valued…to be understood…to be seen…and not to be ignored.
Being me…knowing myself…recognizing who I am…all of this seems like a distant dream…a long forgotten thought…a not so conscious desire…a realization not looked forward to… a battle lost… a struggle ending up in surrender… once an inspiration no longer aimed for… This is dejection celebrating its victory over determination. This is my heart crying… trying to reach out for help… for reassurance… for consolation.
I am a lonely soul in search of a caring heart, one that would go deep into the ocean of my feelings and emotions… to dig out the pieces of life I had buried within the unbreakable walls of hopelessness… untouched…
I sense it… the pain melting away like ice… slowly and gradually… once frozen like a never ending tragedy… now running down like a fresh breeze on my cheeks… taking away the long lived sorrows into the shadows of oblivion… forever to remain there… never to be heard of again. Tears are beautiful… powerful enough to express the unsaid, sucking out the very poison killing us all from the inside… This is a moment of revelation for me… of rejuvenation… of rebirth… of salvation. I feel relieved… I feel free… I feel accomplished… for I have been seen, heard and understood… by myself… if not anyone else.
