It's as if the whole of the earth's sighs, the nudging of the painted skies, the tremblings of valleys and peaks, the singing of oceans and creeks, the gentle tug of the moon, the torrent of the monsoon, the impact of a tear-stained face, the heat of a lover's embrace,
and the fierce shouts of the stars came together in a harmonious uproar.
All to proclaim Your majesty and a single thought that soars, "Try".
being brave isn't always jumping out of airplanes or chasing people who don't love you being brave is sometimes sitting in a little cold room unburying yourself from the graves of your suffering being brave is accepting help when you never wanted it but knew that you needed it
- katrina ******
i hated asking for help. i've always made sure that other people were being taken care of more than i was taking care of myself. i didn't want anybody worrying about me. i put on this facade, making everybody think that i was this badass who had her **** together. always so sweet and caring, without a care in the world. stable. when that was the furthest thing from the truth. i was so worried and focused on other people's issues that i wasn't taking care of myself. i had too much pride because i didn't want to have to depend on anybody. i wanted to take care of myself. that ultimately ******* me over aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's why i'm in therapy now. i consider myself to be a brave person to some extent. but accepting help when i never wanted it but knew that i needed it is one of the bravest things i've done so far in my life.
Can’t you let the sun tint you And the air wrap round your suffocated Spirit Cant you pretend to drift like a dandelion Dropping into withered grass Cant you hold the rainbows in your Daunting irises And let the rays beam around your Fragile heart
Dear you Made up of intricate bonds That crumble to dust Ashes in the firewood Of hopes and kindling flame
Would you take heart In the glassy persona Behind mirrors and closed hearts
Would you reach out your fragile hands And with shaky fingers Hold the mountain and skies In your fingertips
She wore her scars Like badges, they Gleamed against her Skin like armor she Never thought she'll Need, with a pencil in Her hand feeling as if She had been holding a Sword, scratching against The surface of each word Being struck against her Knowing the battle would Be won only by her with Fierce determination and Fire in her veins creating Defenses greater than empty Words that felt like rocks Being hurled at her.
This one goes out to anyone who needs to hear a good word today or any day. You might be battling something, that's okay because it'll make you stronger. You are a warrior, so fight a good fight and never give up.
You only fear because you care Always here, never getting there You only hear sounds that scare All you can bare is that one nightmare
Darkness and light don't share the same might Your courage and fear can never reach the same height If you say that you aren't fearless then you definitely right If you say don't have fear then you bout get a fright