To the ones healing their darkest fragments
Read this if you are having a bad day
To the ones healing their darkest fragments
Today I choose not to poetically quote the light that we need to embrace in order to see the best parts of ourselves. I do not wish to romanticise the goodness present in life. Today I want to talk about the darkness of the existence we forge our essence in—the dreariest moments of our soul that cause misery. The loneliness that mitigates the sanguinity we hold for a better tomorrow I am a writer, and we are often accused of overexemplifying the beauty of life and light. But light can only exist if we rotate and oscillate between shades of grey, between the darkness and the looming shadows that hollow us from inside.
This one is for all of us who are healing the parts of ourselves that were hurt and that are scarred from wounds being inflicted on them that they never deserved. Humans are powerful beings with fragile hearts—the ones that love and care for the ones they deem close to their lives. We are the ones who over-love and over-care, showering an abundance of warmth, trust, and hope on those who shatter us to the core. It is often the ones who soak their entirety into everything who are now the ones who build walls to shield their hearts; they are the ones who once were filled with ounces of sunshine and are now deriving their solace in the somberness of midnight.
How tragic is it to be alive?
To nurture a hollow inside,
To battle with the demons of the mind,
To wish to cease to exist and yet fight every day,
To behold just enough strength to survive.
We transcend through times of agony, pain, and angst, and then there comes a time when we feel numb. The spirit feels itself being caged in the dungeon of life. Our souls become heavy, and we question whether it is worth the pain to stride on this journey of life. But in those moments, all I want to tell you is that you have been here before and that you will be okay again. For now, all I want you to do is feel your emotions to the core.
Maybe not now, but tomorrow or the day after would be better, and eventually all the battles you are fighting will lead you to a reality that is far better than you ever envisioned.
Breathe!
It is going to be okay!
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