Held, No More.
I will know what to do. The what, when and why?I will know how to get through to the end of it. There were times when I thought, I could not possibly do the whole healing process. Or even just the thought would hurt me within, that I'd lie down holding my chest. Trying to borrow a breath. I'd feel like even if my soul left my body, it would not hurt. I'd be at the end of it all. Beloved, I'd do it right this time and set myself free - from the bondage that ruins my soul and waters the eyes. From the unspeakable sadness that tries to anchor my life around the griefs alone. Being held by jealousy is not love. Being held by anger does not make it righteous. Being held by lies, does not make it loyal. Being held by envy does not mean it is inadequate. Because, the world in itself is sad and like everything else death would one day find me. Let not this world's sadness, seep into my veins. Let not the truth be hidden or ashamed. The world, which deceives my heart. Hear