Is that what is called failed? my heart screamed loudly and shook the contents of my body. already ... everything is useless. my lips chattered softly. I want to run away. Where? but don't know the direction. if gratitude is not enthroned in this self already ... be patient! ... my other side is sticking out ... just pretend I'm tough ... in front of them ... my dear ones. hope and prayer are clear. weeding my fear. yeah i'm scared .. make them sad. but again ... already. they just told me to be grateful ... make it elegy but tomorrow must be radiant
To the inspired. To the believers. To the soul searchers.
To those who never gave up. To those struggling but puts a smile to brighten up others day. To those who still believes in love despite the bitterness in this world.
To everyone who sees beauty in the chaos. To everyone who fought for the rights of others. To everyone who sheltered the homeless and the poor. To everyone who accepts everyone despite the color, differences and faith.
Like a wall of China in layers Held together by the bricks of broken dreams And never ending prayers Surrounds "I" The mind mothered the heart of I As I sought for love And found home in Writing
Dedicating this piece to all. Thank you for all your support and love in Writing. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year. I'm ever so grateful to have found HP and able to be part of this writing community.