There are different kinds of hurt There is the sharp spike of a spear, sudden and vicious, it makes you stumble and the tips of your eyes turn red in honour of its brutality. There is also the gentle river, you never see it coming or perhaps you did, it floods your heart, drowns you and leaves you gasping for air.
The shattering of a heart being broken is the loudest quiet ever! The splits and fragments of a love once held and lost are like a broken glass on a wound. There are times when your ghost is felt and times when your voice echoes in the silence of the room. I would always wish you the best; you brought a light to my life and in return, a lifetime of happiness for you. Carole said that not every bird is meant to sing and not every relationship is meant to be. I did not understand it then but it is clear now that acceptance is the final stage of grief. Acceptance is familiar. For years, we have held the shattered crumbles of a broken nation. We had closed our eyes and hid as guns tremble our rumbling stomach to a painful silence. The hurt is similar and yet different. As the fire rages around me, my head rests on the pillow filled with thoughts of you.
The shattering of a heart being broken is the loudest quiet ever! The splits and fragments of a love once held and lost are like a broken glass on a wound. There are times when your ghost is felt and times when your voice echoes in the silence of the room. I would always wish you the best; you brought a light to my life and in return, a lifetime of happiness for you. Carole said that not every bird is meant to sing and not every relationship is meant to be. I did not understand it then but it is clear now that acceptance is the final stage of grief. Acceptance is familiar. For years, we have held the shattered crumbles of a broken nation. We had closed our eyes and hid as guns tremble our rumbling stomach to a painful silence. The hurt is similar and yet different. As the fire rages around me, my head rests on the pillow filled with thoughts of you.
"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light." -Matthew 11:28-30
Sometimes there is this feeling that you will never be free That you are destined to swim in an unending river of misery You are wrong.
It does get better. Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow but someday Your river of misery will finally turn to an ocean of happiness Trust me, there are better days ahead