21/Other/Blueberry Hills There are two kinds of pain in this world. The sort of pain that makes you strong, and useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I hope for all your pain to make you stronger. 16 followers / 942 words
I thought I was an angel floating above but gravity was no friend to me and my wings were merely an illusion the cold hard ground below me unforgiving skies above I was not treasured by anyone
I feel lost I feel alone Like I am standing in the middle of an intersection With no idea of where to go No knowledge of where I was going Or where I came from No street signs No map Confused And lost No way to tell which way is home A shot in the dark is my only hope
Sometimes my mind is a broken record My thoughts stuck on repeat I've been trying to fix it unstick it bring it back to playing music glorious symphonies but usually it just takes time and in that wait I must listen to the pain of my yesterdays over and over screaming for help and I know that that pain is over but it is the only thing I can hear it becomes so real
All pain makes you stronger. It is a matter of how you look at it.
Let your experiences support your growth and they will perpetuate you into no suffering just gratitude just love of life. Inspired by Artist in The Making -- Thanks
I am only beginning to imagine our futures separate that our paths won't cross again Not in the way they did realizing that we shall never be was quite a task for someone who not so long ago didn't think our path would ever diverge