I used to kill myself
Inside
I never look above the ground ever since
I am alive externally, letting people judging my moving corpse
I am caged by sadness
Not wanting to get away from the bed of resting
I am fooled by my choices
I thought killing myself would soon bring me to a path of roses
A garden of memoire turning into glimmers of hope and rainbows
But I was wrong
Sadness
dragged me down to look the sun in the eye
forcing me to walk on the sidewalk of truth
I learnt
that resting without a deadline is no longer valid to capture these ventures
these keys of missing puzzles
I realise
that I was truly scared of dying
So I unkilled myself
Reliving back the body I owed justice to
I never felt better
to welcome sadness
and be able to confront him and talk, sitting on our armchairs
writing down the lessons he taught me for this season
and remind me back the purpose I once tight myself to
like a broken necklace, I relearn what I had missed
while forgiving takes time
Allah surprises me with the comfort of
un-killing the pursuit of truth
VOUS LISEZ
Repetition
PoésieSometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
