I’ve seen people battle it out for every precious second of their lives. Not a day goes without hurting a little bit more than yesterday, shedding an extra tear but still, they survive.
The things that keep them alive are acceptance. Acceptance towards the fact that, the path of life isn’t a cake walk and we have to fight no matter what.
Other thing is hope. A hope that one day, tomorrow will be better than today. A hope that, one day they are gonna make it to the summit, victorious, ready for yet another battle.
Stay, for the countless moments we had created together
For the many hurdles that we had battled past triumphantly
For the empty mornings and the prickling nights
For the graceful springs and the hopeful rains
Stay, because there’s nothing more beautiful than to love and to be loved back.
Stay, because like seasons, circumstances change
Stay, because I want you to.
One day, your scars would split wide open, bringing back to life those hurtful instances. No, you won’t be fuming with anger or your face turning red in embarrassment. Those scars will be a proof of your sheer courage and newfound existence.
One day, the people who mocked you for your fate will hang their heads in shame. It won’t be yours, but their disgrace.
One day, when the memories of the past would try to haunt you again, you won’t hide your face with fear. Instead, you won’t feel anything. That’s my dear, will be your victory.
One day, you are gonna meet someone, genuine. Someone who respects you for the person you are.
Till then, be your own bedrock. Be your own companion. Believe that, all the beautiful things in this world awaits you. Having a little patience never really killed anybody.