cease to begin [on hold]

shoving the curtains apart

these beige curtains
that kept her isolated
in her swirling infinity of mind
are tearing apart
exposing her delicate
needled heart

of times, years back
when this sunhid room
was her abode abyss
is now being snatched away
from her reckoned hands

the only light that would shine
is slowly flickering off to dead
and those cardboard frames
are dripping off from there places

not a room did she call it
a childhood sanctuary is spent here
is slowly fading
for her to be "a strong girl"

emotions that she'd secretly hide
in these saccharine book shelves
where will she find a place like this
for she has to be a "a stronger part of herself"

we keep revolving around others words
as if they're controlling us
and we talk about making changes to this weary earth
but all we do is follow the crowd

becoming "strong" is not a word
becoming "brave" is not an easy task
and being "loved" is not heard
while "loving yourself" is considered absurd

so she let go
and keep on going with the flow
her slender fingers that once
grasped feelings that fell from her heart
are now itself shoving the curtains apart