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I do not need a therapist—
Poetry is all I need.
Since it is my unpaid therapist;
Where the world's perspective of me is the contentment of my experience
Hence, Hello Poetry is my freedom wall, so to speak.
I may be quiet, but that does not mean, I am not hurt
I may never be a social butterfly, but I can see everything—a keen observer, perhaps.

I may never react at times, if I chose to be quiet, it's just I got so tired to explain everything to these close-minded people.
I prefer physical abuse—
Because even if scars remain, you may forget it,
I do not prefer verbal abuse—
Because tongues have no bones, but it can stab you like a knife
And you may never forget it.
When I was young, I was so afraid of the dark—
                     Later on, I realized that I could really find comfort in the dark.

When I was young, I was scared of monsters lurking under my bed or blending in with the shadows—
                 But now, I am one with the monsters,
Where I can control the inner demons inside of me;

I love it here in the dark,
I hope no one will come and find me;
Your daughter is too tired already

I find comfort here in the dark, because:
No one can see me cry.
No one can hear me sob at night.
No one can see how tired my eyes are already.
In darkness, I find the moon and stars.
In darkness, I find my weary soul.
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when confidence & hope slowly turns into doubts and fears—

You're not alone.

You are free to run away. Express your worries, your problems. Never be silent.

when emotions rise like waves—
Remember to keep the calm before the storm;
let it all in and breathe, then out you go
Roman numeral III, bae, drop it like it's hot
Life is meaningless without you right by my side,
You are that little kick of darkness in my bright and sunny life.
If this world was mine, I'd choose to be with you
Hold your hand, pull you out from the crowded room
Make you smile and laugh or giggle a little every time you are feeling blue
You are my baby panda, my clingy and needy lover
What would I do without you? What would my life be without you?

The only factual information I know is,
God will never let someone else take your place;
He will never ever let someone else come in between us, to separate us.

Because I chose this life, to be your permanent love in this life.
What we really want is not necessarily what we need— Sometimes, we easily get distracted by the things we want just to heal our inner child. Since it feeds and heals our soul,

Don’t get me wrong, we attain physical satisfaction, But is it really what our spirituality seeks to desire? Did we live a good life outside of comfort? Or did we fight a good life in the midst of survival?

We chose to choose life—by all means, to live comfortably, not fashionably.

We chose to live a good life because this is the kind of battle we chose to face. Henceforth, this was the kind of war we must fight, obstacles we must hurdle— Inner peace and personal satisfaction—not of material things,

But of good deeds, forgiveness, and abstinence.

Sin is temporary in life; we forgive, confess, and forget, Starting a new life as a forgiven person.

For it does not guarantee lifetime happiness, But rather, a temporary one.
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