In places
Where wrong is a mistake
A haunting trauma
an endless punishment
A wreckless decision
A permanent scar and label
I hope
You'd still believe that there is hope
I wish
you would not blame the sunlight for reflecting warmth onto your eyelids
to let you know that the moon is not your only company
I hope you'll realise that
The stars, mists and rain also glimpses over your broken heart
Playing its music until your anger turns into waterfalls
I hope
You'll remember
That God is not a temporal hourglass
God is not a journal you'd keep only when you feel like writing
God is a lot more than death and punishment
Sometimes
If you feel like wrong is the only label God gave you to live
That's where you're truly wrong in the essence
of His compassion
in understanding your nature,
your soul and your body
You're wrong in the essence of life and second chances
In reality
Being wrong is good
It is welcome
to make eye contact with wrong's eyes
and replace it with right and love
with grace and patience
It is fleeting, however
to replace it with self- beating and loathing
and breaking without planning to tape in the pieces
You'll be there soon
when wrong remains as just a past
You'll make peace with it
In a world where you can't press the button of reverse
Just remember the time
where you actually understand these verses
YOU ARE READING
Repetition
PoetrySometimes 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.
