I think it's finally time to complete this collection. Let me explain.
Looking back at the poems I wrote for this collection, I saw something so broken. Someone who wished that the strings of words she makes will piece her back together. Someone who desperately wanted to be loved back.
A shell of a person I used to be.
This poems helped me see the sun again. They made my lips have tugs on the edges again. Brought back color to my life. But today, I wave the sadness goodbye.
I learned how sadness will always be present in your life. Loss, death, depression. They are ever present. And they make you lose hope. I learned how to accept losing battles. Battles I wish I never had to experience. Battles I don't want anyone to fight.
But I have to. We all have to.
Pulchritudinous meant beautiful. And I titled it like that because I always thought that broken things are beautiful. Beautiful in the sense that they fought and won and lost and broke. But they still exist. I may have lost battles but I won the war.
The war I started with myself.
In the end, I found God and I felt his love over me. His love is enough and I found out that I don't need to prove myself to others. I don't need to put up to pressure and pain. All the pain I have ever felt, I put on myself. And when I came back to Him, I've never felt so loved and content in my life.
Thank you for commenting. They made flowers grow in my heart. Thank you for the kind words. They made my pen sharper. Thank you for voting. They put smiles on my face.
Thank you for the trust you put in Pulchritudinous.
Thank you for everything. And I love you guys. Don't ever forget that someone cares. Don't let anyone bring you down and that includes yourself.
runtoserendipity
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Pulchritudinous
PoesíaThis is the story of a girl who broke her heart because she forgot to believe. She allowed the world to get to her so she wallowed in sadness & pain, and was so blinded by infatuation that she forgot how to value herself. This collection of poetry...
