is something I wish someone would have said when I was falling through the depths of hell and my spirit was being burned over and over again and my voice was eroding while they cast my pain aside and took my power away so they could feel comfortable. they forced me to stuff the feelings deep within my heart and look perfect for the pictures so they could feel comfortable. they kept pushing me more and more, even though every cell in my body was joining forces to keep me from falling apart, so they could be comfortable. my body and mind were wrung out and tattered, and I thought the only way out was to do it myself. i would have given anything for them to say "I'm worried about her" and actually DO something about it. but they wouldn't have been comfortable with that, would they?
Took the risk of branching on my own, It has been far from easy, I held down my own, Being grown is being able to survive on your own, I stay in my zone, I can be around many but still feel alone.
Ain't nothing like being at home, Being in a house isn't being at home, Home is where you're comfortable, Not every place and every person is comfortable, The ones we can trust make us comfortable.
Clothes still in the suitcase, Everything still where it was, My body is here but my heart is elsewhere, You can't help where you feel comfortable, Can't help who you feel comfortable with, The heart knows what the heart wants, The heart knows where the heart belongs.
The chaotic street; And rushing crowd, Processing in the midst of the chaos. The chaotic mind; And thundering veins, Artistry in the midst of the chaos. The chaotic skin; And gleaming bones, The stupor in the midst of the chaos. The chaotic tongue; And communicating fingers, The fire in the midst of the chaos. The chaotic heart; And vibrating lips, Pervading in the midst of the chaos. The chaotic soul; And sparkling eyes, Authenticity in the midst of the chaos. shifting or steady, seasonal or structured, The chaos has to be intriguing. How beautiful the chaos is! How peaceful the chaos feels! Verses hold relevance like a broken crayon, The magic in the poetry; the comfort in the chaos. - Aishwarya Kulkarni
A world of chaos fell into silence The stillness slowly sank into her Warmth crept into chilled bones As the dust settled, she wondered "Is it wrong of me to be this safe, And be lonely for my old fears?"