To the girl who's heart has been missing for years,
To the boy who's too afraid to show his fears,
To the little girl who has big dreams for the future,
To the little boy who has to stay strong for his little sister,
To the mom who's been carrying her family alone,
To the dad who ends up drunk before reaching home.
To the little voice of this generation,
To the smile that craves for attention,
To the silent but dying on the inside,
To the loud and reckless who pretends to be alright,
To the lonely whose mind roams dangerously,
To the accompanied who is alone internally,
To the broken,
Your problems are just a fragment of something much more beautiful, complicated, mysterious, and reckless. You will find more pieces of you along the way. Keep walking, keep hoping, keep finding, and keep fixing yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
