#descover
Stumbled into my fears,
Fell down to the grave
Of misconception and mistreatment.
My heart's a battleground
Where fear and hope collide.
Running back to the words "I promise,"
Hoping that the scars will be lenient on me.
Tried to fix up myself,
Even in areas that I don't even know.
The time I took to discover myself
I opened a tomb of old past memories
That begins with "I promise."
Running back blindly to the words "I promise,"
Entangled in shambles, how can I not dwell in the past?
I run back to the words "I promise"
To be better, but my hands are tied.
I can't spread my wings to find me.
It later became a sick home
That I was healthy in.
Health that was depriving me
Of a beautiful future.
When I feel degraded,
I run back to the words "I promise,"
Which makes me feel I have no limits
To chase my own, but live up to your expectations
And down to them.
I fight so hard for you and not for me,
Which becomes unhealthy for us.
Fears' grip has been my constant
Until hope's gentle touch feels foreign.
I'm scared of closed spaces.
When I make a promise,
I'm alone in it.
I tried to look forward and face the future
Because of "I promise."
It rings a bell of old memories.
Running back blindly to the words "I promise,"
Entangled in shambles, how can I not dwell in the past?
I'm tired of running back and forth,
Keep getting back in a sequel,
Tied in a loop on repeat.
The word "promise" feels like chains,
Binding me to doubt and pain.
Running back to the word "I promise,"
I thought it would make me strong,
But it made me weak.
I promised myself not to cry,
Banked my pains and sorrows.
I couldn't move, shrouded in trembling fears,
captive to a promise, I couldn't give more to life
Than it gave me.
I said it: promises are prisons with metal bars.
Across from me, a friend stands.
I've cried until my tears are dry.
Through my blurred vision, I wonder:
Are they trapped like me, or
Did they make a promise for freedom?
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 10:10 PM UTC
They once told me,
"Being great is a choice "
The words felt like a weight and I felt, drained after.
So hard for me to believe
Not only did I not know and understand the algorithm that comes with greatness and being great.
The bumpy road and the shallow heart
Let me down to fail and fell apart
Keept sniffing between my words
Drowned in my thoughts that can't coordinate
So to have hope.
But they said..
Have you ever seen papers and plastic float in the sky fly.?
I now Gatherd my hope, That made a dot,
a spot, a sailors knot.
A treasureress beam full of light and color theme
I now realised that ;
wind blows forward our direction for success,
and if it blows against our direction not only does it tell us to stop but also to let us know that we left a gap unfilled and if we proceed will eventually fall..
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC