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This Moment


…it feels hard, it is hard.

I feel like I am drowning in the pool of my fears and dragged further down by the hand of uncertainties. This moment, I try to breathe. It’s hard.

It’s like I am suffocating. One moment, it looks like I have it all put together. The other, it’s like I am lost, again.

This moment, is sad, for me and maybe someone else too. I am tired. My heart feels tired too from the constant struggle to finding and becoming. Deep down, the root of my heart still has some strength left, some smiles left, and perhaps a few words.

Maybe a little more drive to push, just maybe what they call luck will shine on me too.

Just maybe.

But this moment, I just allow the pain. I just allow it to envelope me. I try not to rush over it or allow it to seal its flap over me because I know that would be too hard to come out of.

I have once been there, it’s not a good place to be.

This moment, I am praying and hoping that tomorrow will be better. That the sun will melt the stone in my heart and wash the pain off. That indeed, a moment will come, sometime soon when all of these will be once upon a time.

But this moment, right now, I lay down, soaked in my tears, my lips sealed but my heart wailing.

I close my eyes this moment and hope to see the sun on the other side.

 Love & Light,

TA

 P.S – If you are reading this, and feeling this way or maybe worse, hang in there. You will be fine, if only you choose hope and light. You will be fine!

 



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