Every time I write, I wonder what is the point of it all? If this is my journey then why do I need to write it down on a public platform for others to comment or like? It is my life, why am I turning it all into a blog? But then something happens. A sign, as I like to call it. And I remember why I started writing in the first place. Writing is my escape. It helps me understand myself, my surroundings and my people better and more clearly. Today, I am fine the way I am. In fact I love myself. I love how much I have grown. I love who I am turning into. I love my growth. So, below are a few lines accepting myself for who I am and letting everything else go.
Hidden from all
In the cocoon of
Abandonment
I found a new me
In loneliness and exhaustion.
Numb with no purpose
I thought I was
Not-knowing it was a path
I was meant to walk
Proud but humble
I stand tall today
hopeful for tomorrow
Stormy or Sunny
I will walk through it all.
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