Promise me that you won’t let yourself stoop down anymore, Promise me that you won’t run away this time like other times, Promise me that you won’t hide yourself from the sunshine, Promise me that you will stay here and face those delinquent beasts of your nightmares,
Promise me you will let yourself feel Not just the misery, pain or fear but care, kindness and forgiveness.
Promise me that it’s the last time you have picked the shards of the glass and pierced your skin like making a piece of an art! Except that it isn’t art but hurt.
Art is You, your higher self, the esteem with which you hold yourselfwith.. You are created by the greatest creator, supreme artist, You are precious. More precious than anything in the universe.
So Love, Now tell me.. why do you feel so weak? What hurts you that you can’t speak? What has stopped you from dreaming, desiring and describing yourself in a new definition? Who do you think have power enough to stop you?
Why do you forget that nothing holds more power and passion than you already have in your heart?
If strength was a human It would look like you. Not fierce but patient in its demeanor With a radiating smile on those parched lips, Calmly waiting for its turn to showcase its face, hidden behind the veil of unknown.
If strength was a human It would surely look like you. Unapologetically generous in its attitude, With a capability to drown your lingering nightmares and inhibitions.
Aren’t you happy with this?
Should I shift my focus from it to you ? I see a movement in strength, And I see you moving with it.
How did it happen? The veil is undone..
I would like to apologise now, I have made incorrect comparison Who would have thought? Strength doesn’t look like you But you are it!