Shedding my skin to let the rhythm of life,

change the colour of my past.

Trading darkness for brightness,

putting an end to aimless wandering.

Believing in the good within,

trusting my fire can survive any ranging storm,

I take a step forward into the unknown.

Be there for your tattered soul.

Hold the fragmented pieces tenderly.

Do not chastise them for being fragile and succumbing

to the weight of emotions.

Be there for yourself even if it is hard.

Close your eyes and breathe three times.

Delight in the filling of your lungs, even if it is hard.

Offer yourself a smile.

You deserve all kinds of rays of sunshine

and all gentle warm breezes caressing the valley of your cheeks.

You do not need to polish your pain to fit the narrative of others,

or adorn it with fancy words for it to be acknowledged.

Your pain is real, and even if it is hard,

Smile to yourself for five seconds.

Life wants you to be present.

Life was made for you.

Life is you.

Do not give up.

They say hatred is no solution to heal an old wound.

They avoid looking into my eyes,

heads looking in another direction while begging for my forgiveness.

Denying the hurt their words brought upon me,

forgetting that even a ‘you’ can shake the strongest;

forgetting that we are supposed to be equal;

believing their wrongs would eventually fade.

mankind keeps on uttering words so beautifully wrong in this symphony of life

and I am left tending to wounds that have no shape, no reason, no essence

if that is only to satisfy the ego of the ones who fail to see the evilness in their words.

you got potential.

everybody does.

the thing is...

you got to believe it.

The pain i feel is fluid yet solid.

My screams unheard yet unforgettable.

When will the time come for us to be honest with each other?

you asked me

why i am

always alone.

i didn't respond.

Not because i didn't want to

But because even i didn't know why.

i just looked at you

and thought

'how nice it is to be yourself'

i then decided to give you

a genuine smile.

but then, you asked me

why i was crying.

you were confused.

i could read through

the twitching

of your eyes

and the way you

stared at me

that you were thinking

i was sick, strange, and cold.

i didn't reply,

and keep looking at you.

i wondered

'why i always feel empty

when someone tries to get

closer.'

i tried to tell you

about my pain

and my reality

but the words

never got past

my trembling lips.

you didn't see them shaking.

you didn't see me

shaking as i recalled

my rare moment of

false happiness.

you thought that

i was ignoring you,

that i was.... i

don't know...

maybe you thought

that i was

An absolute asshole

for keeping the

silence between us.

i wasn't ignoring you.

i was recalling

my loneliness.

all the time

i smiled

without feeling anything.

all the time

i laughed

but felt empty inside.

all the time

i joked around

tearing my inside

to hold back the truth.

I just..

i just didn't know what to tell

you.

it’s frightening how

one can mask his

pain behind many

calculated gestures.

Earth weeps.

She watched drearily as humans crawled out of her pores.

She wonders if the medicine she took had done its effect.

Will they learn?

Pollution, mass extinctions, wastes...

Will it end?

Discriminations, wars, cruelty...

Will it finally stop?

Sadly, she already knows the answer but still hopes that this time, things will go differently.