How much pain did we choose to hide until we’re fully submerged in it?
– Poetry is a cry for help
I don’t ask for help often. Whilst everyone’s finishing touches would be a best consummate scent of perfume; I’d be busy enclosing my misery in a cranny that no one could get a glimpse of.
Masking feelings isn’t something I’m well gratified, but out of the millions flair in the entire world – it’s the only thing I’m good at.
Telling people how my grief is starting to swell in all the possible dimensions feels wrong.
It’s like a perplex I spent an eternity assembling. But in just a single drop of rain, each pieces crumbled even before my naked eye could see. There’s something in me who’s crying for help, but I’m too voiceless to speak out loud. They would never know how hard it broke me down.
I handle my own healing.
There’s a lot of agony instilled in my ticker. It felt as though like it was made to pump not just blood, but all the anguish i’ve profoundly moulded with despair.
Telling people about it feels so wrong. So I’d pass it down by walking in the secret passages in my mind. A place where I am heard and validated. I’d mend its crusted pieces through poetry.
I hope you can heal from the wounds you talk less about.
Likewise, it’s alright to handle things on your own. However, know that it’s also out of the woods to ask for help at times.
Showing vulnerability doesn’t make you weak. In fact, it held an uplifting weigh of bravery to embrace the imperial bearing of your imperfections. You can share your burdens with the people you entrusted to. To remind you to breathe, and pull you up under the depths of the sea before being drown from it.
I realized the power of embracing your feelings. As mammoth or dwarf it may be, all your feelings are valid. Never hide the things that makes you, YOU; either way, it will devour your sanity apart from your abiding growth.
While it took me long enough to derive in the aftermath of my veiled mask, I hope you can also find the reason the reason to continue. Embrace your feelings before you submerge in unhinged ocean of your emotions. Ask for help whenever you need to.
This too shall pass. No wounds are better off to heal with perfect time.
– eriwrites🧷
