Gratitude Post!

gratitude final

Hello Guys! Yes, a year back I joined WordPress and today is my one-year anniversary!
And this post is just an effort to make you readers know my gratitude towards you all.

We’re in tough times right now and these tiny moments of hope and joy somehow provide us strength and something to be grateful for. In this whole universe of bleak misfortunes and pain, I live in a small world, and I’m lucky to be blessed, healthy and breathing in that fraction of the universe. I’m grateful to you all, and even though there are a million things I can be morose about, these simple and small moments like just listening to the sounds of the rain, simply sitting together with my family, having this notification of a one-year achievement, make me feel happy in their own special way. And I’m sorry if I don’t say it often but thank you so much for being a constant support and reading whatever I post on this blog. I am very grateful to have you as my reader and without you I’m nothing. Thank you for all your suggestions, appreciations and the thoughts you’ve presented in the comment sections, I deeply value them. Thank you for your beautiful kindness 🙂

And today, that’s what I want to write a little about. Gratitude. The tiny speck of light which can make you feel so much better and bring you hope. If we think about it, there’s always a cliche ‘bright side’ to everything. When we get through pain, it makes us stronger individuals. And if we try to hold on to a positive approach towards negative things, we can be grateful and find a way to draw hope. This doesn’t mean being positive about a negative thing, it only means to have an approach towards the negativity which is positive. If you’re feeling any negativity, pain or emptiness, having a positive approach means accepting that pain and not being in denial of it or refusing to feel the pain.

Having a positive approach means allowing yourself to feel the pain as you know it’s only going to make you stronger.

And it is our ability to have a positive approach towards the negative things in life which defines our strength and hence the ability to be grateful.

I do not intend to be insensitive or hurt anyone by my words because there will be times when we cannot be grateful and that is completely okay. There will be times we end up being so deeply buried inside the pain it starts to feel you’re within your own grave stuck in bleak madness without any ray of hope. I won’t say I know how it feels because I truly cannot. But I understand, and what I do know that it is okay and you will get through it and you deserve to see the light because you have so much of strength within you and you will get through this battle. Do not give up.

I will end this post now but before I do, I want to know, from all you readers what are you grateful for. What moments have brought you joy in your little world? And has practicing gratitude helped you during times when you felt low? I wanna know your story and I hope you share it.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you’re blessed and safe.


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I’m open to all your thoughts and opinions.
Thank you!
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Glass Leaves

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I’m tired,
My spine stays relaxed as I shut my eyes and disconnect
From the commotion of reality,
Which has all of a sudden shushed. 

But my mind is louder than it has ever been before,
Though the night doesn’t make a single twitch,
The voices in my head are draining me,
And my mind of its energy.

I turn to the other side.
My eyes are shut and I can see nothing,
I fall into a vision of an unknown delusion,
As my mind loses its illusion of control over Me.
The voices now seem to be shrieking underwater,
I can hear someone else speak.

I turn to the other side to see who is breathing
Such a familiar breath and I see you.
The energy in being drained by energy
is coursing through my blood,
As I succumb to the nocturnal desires.
I see you and only you,
and nothing’s more peaceful than that as of now.

My nerves put their best efforts
to rationalize this state,
But they’re failing to make my mind function again.
I’m lost in the vast universe you hold within the realm of your eyes,
My throat aches for words to utter,
But I fail in my every try.
I’m silent.

I then hold you,
I can see your hands in mine,
But I cannot feel them.
I know something is wrong.

I blink.
I can’t see you anymore,
You’ve disappeared into the void I was staring.
And melted into reality.
As I turn to see but a blurred scenery,
While the slumber crawls into the silent abyss.

It seems that the true works of art,
Are only birthed by silence.
The silence of the soul,
Or the desire to be silent
and to quiet the insanity of the demons in your mind,
Or the silence asked of you,
When the world suffocates your voice,
And asks you to crouch down.
But we rise up with our art anyhow.

And the silence which is capable of birthing poems,
the night is ringing today.
The painting in the sky’s canvas,
Is filling up the pages in a poet’s hut somewhere.

And while our love has frozen
Into an epitome of eternal autumn,
And the future in our pages
Has withered away into hallucinations,
I won’t lie to myself and let the nights drive me paranoid,
I will find that deserted quill,
And rewrite my story.


Hey Guys! I wrote this some days back and the ending today, so it feels a little abrupt or rushed to me? I don’t know, I’m really looking forward to your thoughts on this one in the comment box. So I thought of the title ‘Glass Leaves’ as I refer to that phase as ‘Autumn’, and the leaves which have withered, that is the pages, which now hurt like glass? I don’t know, let me know if you like the title as I’m trying to come up with better titles for what I write. I would certainly not consider this a great piece, and I hope someone actually reads it fully. 

I hope you’re all well and safe. Please take care and my love and blessings to you all.

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A Land of The Unknown (Part 3)

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Up ahead I see a flight of stairs,
Made of sparkling fluid and translucent air,
I take one step and lose my balance but I’m fine,
Walking on water was way ahead of our time!

Up and up I step and stroll,
Nobody knows what the end shall behold,
I have now entered a void, there are no stairs anymore,
There simply lies a distorted door!

My hand trembles as I turn the knob,
My heart pounds and starts to throb,
The scene flickers and I black out,
A second later I realise what it’s all about!

Was it all a dream or a hallucination I wonder,
But it all makes sense when my head I lower,
I find myself in my room’s nook,
Brought out of the enchanting book,
In my lap lies the book, the last page over.

But I refuse to believe that this is the end,
As I know a book can never leave me disheartened,
If the thirst for mystery doesn’t fill our hearts,
I know I can make more parts. 

My story had so much more,
But the rest is for me to explore,
We all have a story, but where does it lead?
The answer is to simply read…


Hello guys! This is the third and the last part of ‘A Land of The Unknown’, which is a collaborative effort by Kim’s Magic and me. She is undoubtedly an amazing writer and her words inspire me. It was a pleasure to work with you, Kim. I’m so glad we wrote this together.

You can find the first part here and the second part here.

Stay safe and healthy!
Thank you so much for reading!
Suggestions welcome!
@theniharikadiaries

A Land of The Unknown (Part 2)

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I now roam astray in a moonlit field,
Wondering who was my shield,
Then I see sunflowers, they sing and sway,
They blow my worries away.

The scene has taken a bright contrast,
An enchanting spell has been cast,
The night isn’t as terrifying as it was before,
It doesn’t seem to be so silent anymore.

Stuck in a warzone of battling emotions,
One side wrath and the other satisfaction.
A part of me wants to stay and escape eternally,
But the other is urging me to find the reality. 

The land spreads its wings,
Is this where the adventure begins?
I’m alone, I’m isolated, is this quarantine?
In a land never heard of or seen.

My heart quickens,
The mystifying fog thickens,
It’s all a deep mystery, I don’t know what ahead will lie,
As my eyes see a beam of hope coming from the sky…
Will I make it out or die?


Check out Part 1 here and the third part here.

Thank you for reading!
Stay tuned!
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A Land of The Unknown (Part 1)

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(Narrative)

 

I stumble up and peer around,
The silence doesn’t make a sound,
I shout and scream and screech,
But nothing is within my reach,

I take a step and try to find,
Some vague face of humankind,
But when I see this fractured scenery,
I know the silence is my only company. 

My bare feet shuffle in the damp grass,
The sky is crying rain made of glass,
I outstretch my hand and catch a drop,
Delicate as petals, it shatters with a pop.

The gothic scene sows within me volumes of fright,
I’m astounded by this peculiar sight,
The showers have stopped but there are puddles and mud,
As I see my shadow shine in a pool of my own blood!

Astonished and alarmed,
I hope I am not harmed,
Was it the glass I clutched?
But I feel myself, I’m untouched.

I try to get a hold of it all,
Is this a dream I can’t recall?
Can I get out of it alone?
Can I escape the land of the unknown?


The above is a collaborative effort between Kim’s Magic and me. Go check out her amazing blog with her magical poetry indeed!

You can check out Part 2 here and Part 3 here.

Stay well and safe! 🙂
Thank you for reading!
Suggestions are welcome!
@theniharikadiaries

 

 

 

That World

I wanted to write a poem about hope,
To conjure brightness and mirror them in my words,
To imbibe a optimistic energy in your soul.
So I hoped for hope,
But I could not have hope
and/or hope,
I too don’t know.

I wrote down ideas,
Pondered on poetic forms and devices,
I am told
Use ‘sun’ for happiness,
‘Breeze’ for peace,
Blooming vibrant flower beds,
For growth and positivity.

And I tried,
But words deemed me to be doomed again,
What will I write today?
I thought to myself,
As the ceiling fan stirred the abandoned dust,
What passionate flame shall ignite,
The pulchritude in my words?

And then it hit me and I realized,
I was writing with a blindfold on my soul,
There will be days when I struggle,
But isn’t it the struggle that makes us listen,
What our soul has been trying to say all this while?

Why was I waiting for the words to strike me?
I don’t want to do that.
I do not want the words to find me,
For then I’ll miss out on the joy of the struggle,
After all,
What’s the fun of hide and seek when you’re the one waiting to be found?

And I want to trip over surging waters,
And drown in the endless sky,
I want to question my so-called comfort zone,
And break the norms of imagination.

I want to freely explore the galaxies beyond,
And pluck broken stars to drip them in honey,
And brew rhapsodic stardust.
I want to break the barriers of my mind,
So that I can see the depth of my soul.
I want to capture the fragrance of the first rains,
And store it in a perfume bottle like century-old wine,

Which will be my getaway,
When my soul seeks tranquil air again.
My own personal drug to remind me of satisfaction,
When life overwhelms me with its clever deceits,
And leaves my lungs dried and desiccated.
And I’ll be drained of purpose.

I will inhale the alcoholic bliss then,
And remember how true peace felt like. 
And as the petrichor slowly takes over my body,
Maybe I’ll write a verse or two,
And escape into that world with you.


Thank you for reading!
Open to all suggestions in the comment section!
I hope you’re all well and safe 🙂

Even The Healthy Are Sick

Coorna

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It’s 6:30 in the evening and I am sitting here, in dire lack of inspiration, just trying to write something, anything, even nothing would be satisfying now in these times. It’s terrifying, how an incurable (as of now) virus has shipwrecked every soul breathing. Though I am grateful that all my friends, my family, and every person near and dear to me are blessed and safe, these psychological scars bleed for love and affection, as we self-isolate and stay apart.

Millions of people have been affected by this misfortune, and I deeply hope they heal. However, it is no new statement to say that this virus has affected all physically healthy and blessed as well. We all are emotionally ill, whether you know it or not. I hear them refer to the termed “COVID-19 cases” as “the sick”. But the truth is, that we all are. And the whole world is.

   Every single one in the seven billion of the earth has been affected emotionally.

COVID-19 … It’s in the news, in articles, it’s in every conservation, every small and big talk; if big talk really is a term. I decided to not regularly watch the news, for I found it unnecessary for me to bother me with negativity on a regular basis. I refused to be greatly bothered. I get my updates only through my parents, or if I check them once in a blue moon. But the number of people who have been affected by the virus seems to grow by the day and it has crawled into the city where I live like a silent hurricane and I now check the news more often.

We all are aware of the safety guidelines. But what has affected every single one of us the most is the social-distancing. And whether you’re an introvert, extrovert, ambivert — we all do not like this. The isolation is tough. Times are unpredictable and there is no vision of what lies ahead. It must be remembered that this isolation is crucial and though it is tough, do not give up and do not take the risk.

The virus is not seeking a particular religion, color, sex or ethnicity to attack. It has affected the world as a whole. Hence right now, we all have to stand together as one community, irrespective of our differences. There is a need to stand mentally together.

We cannot refuse to accept that we do feel more negative emotions now. We’re more frustrated than usual if something doesn’t work out as hoped, our routines are fluctuating which affect our energy and interest in working, in spite of it being your passion. We may even project our psychological stress onto our loved ones and get involved in fights, on even the tiniest and insignificant things. We all have been emotionally affected by the virus.

Though COVID-19 is a biological disease related to our physical health, it doesn’t mean our mental well-being is not important. It is as important as our physical well-being. Do not let yourselves shatter from the fear. We are not alone, abandoned or lonely. We all are together. And just because we are physically apart from our loved ones doesn’t mean our hearts are apart. Call them, send them a message, let them know you’re grateful. Talk, not about the virus. Talk so they know that there you are with them and so they forget about the virus’ terrors for some time.

We cannot control negative emotions. They’re gonna be there. They are there. And there’s nothing you can do to make them vanish. But you can always prevent those emotions from controlling you. These scars are going to affect us directly or indirectly, and that is inevitable. The only thing we can do is confront these scars. Confront negative emotions. Because only in that way can we realize the importance of strength, gratefulness, and hope in this battle.

Yes, it is frightening. We are afraid, we all are. And that is completely okay and normal. Breaking the preventive method of isolation just because it is tough, is not worth it and is wrong because social distancing and self-isolation are most effective for the prevention of the virus spreading. But taking care of yourself, not only by washing your hands but by engaging yourself in activities that bring you positive vibes is equally important.

I barely had any knowledge about cooking. I did help around, but I had no major contribution. But during this quarantine I did more, as I learnt more. I finally tried out that chocolate cake recipe I always wanted to! It turned out quite well! Mom helped, though. So right now I’m trying to learn some basic cooking, and I deeply hope to make a proper meal one day without assistance. Music heals me in unimaginable and unexpected ways, so I usually listen to music while doing my homework, as it motivates me to not stop out of boredom.

I read novels like ‘False Impression’ and ‘Everything is F*cked’, and ‘The Merchant of Venice’ is next on the list. I am not able to write as I usually do, but I am trying to do my best to continue and write anything, though it may not be worth reading; and then waiting for the inspiration to strike while I write my best nothing. I have chosen to self-reflect and have resolved to work on myself and become a better and mature thinker.

What I’m saying is soothe your soul with whatever works for you the best and do not confuse physical barriers to be emotional ones. If you’re feeling low or disturbed, you can always talk to your loved ones about it, they’ll understand. We all are under the same cloud right now. And we all can get through this. If you can, stay grateful and strong. It will be alright. Please try not to let fear get the better of you.


Do not let your psychological scars bleed you of hope.


Thank you so much for reading! Stay safe and blessed.

Originally published on Medium through ACorneredGurl. Read here

Liebster Award

Hello, fellow bloggers!

I am glad to tell you all that I’ve been nominated for the ‘Liebster Award’ by Mrs. Tangie T. Woods through her website Mrs. T’s Corner on WordPress. I request you all to check out her blog, her words soothe you, her faith in the Lord is pure and inspiring. Thank you ma’am for the nomination. I am grateful.

Rules:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
2. Share a few facts about yourself.
3. Answer blogger’s questions.
4. Nominate other bloggers that inspire you.
5. Ask your nominees a few questions.
6. Notify your nominees of their nomination.

My name is Niharika Gursahani and I’ll be fourteen this year. Writing is something very close to my heart and I write me on these blogs, I’m just an amateur writer, I’m not deeply familiar with literature, poetry forms, but I read. I enjoy reading, and reading many blogs on WordPress has honed my love for writing and reading even more, and learn and grow.

Mrs. Woods’ Questions:

1. What is your favourite thing to blog about?
A specific favourite doesn’t come to mind, I blog whatever inspires to me write in the first place.

2. What would be one thing that you would change that you did in your life?
I wish I’d found about Jeffrey Archer earlier!

3. What is your favorite food to cook?
I don’t cook much, but I’m happy to help my parents when they cook. But making a simple cheese sandwich and eating it does bring me peace.

4. What does love from God mean to you?
I believe when you have love from God, you believe in yourself, and have faith in yourself. You have hope and strength. You feel peaceful and can deal with negativity with a calm approach. You learn the uniqueness of conscience, and accept that people are different and have different reactions. You do not use use humanity, your own or another’s as a means to some end, like to attain pleasure or reduce pain, essentially only for your benefit. You act that you use humanity, whether in your own person or in the person on any other, always at the same time as an end, never merely as a means. You learn that the things that are truly important are the ones which are unconditional.

5. Hot dogs or hamburgers?
Neither

6. What is your favorite TV show to watch?
I love F.R.I.E.N.D.S! It’s my favourite sitcom and I’m a big fan.

7. What would you be doing if snow came to your city?
I would go outside and play! And then have coffee, of course.

8. What are you thankful for?
I’m thankful to be blessed by the people in my life, my family, friends, all the bloggers who inspire me and give their honest opinions to help me grow everyday. I’m thankful for life, all the love, all the memories, the happiness, the pain, I’m thankful for it all.

9. How long have you been blogging and how were you inspired?
I’ll complete one year this June.
I always wanted to blog, but I never thought that I’d start so soon. My sister had got a new cell in which WordPress was a built-in app. I knew that WordPress was a good app for blogging purposes, so I just did it, and if I would find it burdening, I would delete the site. But I didn’t! So here I am.
10. What country do you live in and for how long?
I live in India. I’ve lived here since I was born, so almost fourteen years.

11. What is your favorite food?
Nothing in specific

12. If you had a chance to do something over what would it be?
Nothing that comes to my mind.


I nominate the following with the same questions:

This has been great! Thank you again Mrs. Tangie, thank you very deeply.

broken But beautiful

BBB final i guess

Photo Credits – Collosal

                         As we sip our daily coffee, the warm eclair of bitter bliss dances down our hoarse throats of incomplete sleep and periodical insomnia, our eyes are half sunken into our evanescent thoughts fading in and out, us barely awake. We are still dreaming, perhaps this coffee shall render me conscious and out of this REM of my brain cells. But why, aren’t dreams to be turned to reality? The morning chirper squeaks her little tell-tale through the verandah of my dusty apartment. Does she have something to say, perhaps a debt to be paid? A belief which exists narrates such that everything, every moment, every person you meet, every somebody and nobody has a particular purpose in your life. Seeing rebirth and reincarnation as a ‘business of the unseen dynasties’, our immortal souls all owe some karmic duty to someone and the people we meet are either indebted to us or vice versa due to certain dues in our previous births, and the people with which the ‘transactions’ are then complete, leave us. Just simply out of our lives. That soul in that someone’s body is officially done with us, in all cosmic, karmic, witchy-voodoo aspects. Every human connection can be explained thus and provides our inquisitive minds an insight too provoking to be neglected in the face of the boundless knowledge of the vast universe we are unaware of.

But I yet wonder, if someone is ‘done’ with us, the transaction is completed then why is that emotion not the same for me as it was for you, if that certain century-long debt is ultimately paid? If you left me as you got your end of the bargain, why isn’t the same held for me? Why do I still think about you if our bond has inevitably returned to cosmic dust just like my now shipwrecked soul and I am finally free of some ‘debt’? Ironic how our relation was literally some business game to you and to me a journey where we don’t owe each other feelings, but feel out of our own will, love without reasons. But you left as you met someone more business material and me indebted to this agony you’ve overthrown me with as collateral. This coffee will give sleepless nights nevertheless, the birds will screech disturbingly as they electrocute my flesh and bones with the taser of their unbound ecstasy, my ears ring. I’m stuck in this aura of heightened sounds and fluctuating migraines and nothing can change the fact that my very conscience has broken into invisible shadows and bleeding flashbacks.

But I have hope, like that of an innocent child. Not that I want my life to chime like the bell of that ice-cream truck entering into our hustling streets but maybe I just want the calm breeze to bring my mind some peace too, and not annoyance and a tingling itch to my scarred skin. Some purpose. Some meaning. I’m tired of suffocation. Because I will always be indebted to me for all excursions of my eternal soul, and I owe me life, dance, music, food, art, I owe me joy. I owe me love. And happiness is a choice which I shall choose for myself, by myself, through myself. I wanna fall in love with myself and for that I must accept myself the way I am, however I am. Why should I fall into this never-ending pit of self-hatred? I think I owe me love, I think I owe my scars some air, I don’t want to conceal them anymore, they deserve oxygen. I deserve love and I am capable of it, because I am a stronger being after your every pain you try to destruct me with. And I can stand on my feet with bleeding ankles and smile too. I can have a thousand reasons to cry and yet not cry and stay happy. It is all my choice. I can accept my wounds, however they are, I choose the pain to build my self-esteem, and not tear it down.

I’m broken but beautiful.


Hey Guys! So I posted something in this style again and I can’t help denying that I’m finding writing prose more fun than poems. Of course, I’ve kept my resolution, I’m writing more now that I’m on holiday, my examinations have ended! Also, with the Corona Virus pandemic, I’ve quarantined myself with more activities. Please take care of yourself, wash your hands with soap frequently and maintain social distancing. For my extrovert readers, it’s okay, you can get through this. And please do not take the risk of going out as much as possible. There are a bunch of stuff you can do, thanks to the Internet and its billion provisions, you can read a bunch of books, watch movies you’ve always wanted to. Call up your friends and family, keep your hearts close in spite of these necessary physical distances. Spend this solitude as satisfyingly as possible and try to enjoy this quarantine as much as possible.

So returning to the post, that belief does exist and I have not made it up and is known as ‘Runanubhanda’, according to Vedic Astrology, and is an existing physical as well as emotional bondage with our contemporaries. It can help us understand every encounter that happens in our lives with people, from friends to enemies. It reasons ever suffering we encounter in life with a ready made answer in the unfolding of the past life debts, both positive and negative, from our past.

The latter that follows just has one underlying message – you cannot control what you feel. Believe me. You can only accept them and accordingly take an appropriate decision. You cannot change your feelings, numb or suppress them, you can only affect the way you go about your feelings, how you deal with it. It’s okay if you weren’t okay. It’s okay to feel angry, hurt or sad. It’s okay and you do not have to beat yourself up for it. You’re only human, you learn and you grow. It doesn’t mean you’re weak. You are capable of love and it begins from you yourself. There’s a unique beauty in self-love and it’s never too late to fall in love with yourself. You will always be with you in this journey of life. There’s beauty in your scars, your pain, the hurt and you can heal and you will heal. You deserve more than painful love. Life is moving and the healthiest thing for your heart is to move with it.

Just believe in yourself. You’re worth having hope, no matter what💕


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Inspiration

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Photo Credits – Global Indian Stories

I wove inspiration from scraped clothes,
Tattered pieces speak enough woe,
The heart mumbled words,
Which banged against my soul,
But never came up to my throat.

When novels run out of unturned pages,
When poems run out of mystical metaphors,
And when life is a series of unspoken words and spoken silences,
She emerges,
And soothes my soul,
Whispers and calms my insanity,
And gives me hope.

The Rhapsodic Empress is the queen of concave shadows,
Her eyes mirror forgotten mottos,
She’s the beacon, she’s the stories, the forgotten warrior,
The golden memories, my mother’s lap, she’s the words,
That you wanted to say the most but you didn’t,
The ones you typed all the way through and then eventually deleted.

She bellows a tune that enchants my senses,
She wraps me in the nostalgia of intricate notes,
She sews my scars and paints my wounds,
With colours I’d forgotten exist.

She sings
An explosion of inexpressible feelings
And invisible wounds,
A journey which streaks through your soul
And shows you how deep you have fallen,
Only to be caught again.

Oh how, when I was younger I thought the music was all that mattered,
My mind swooned in the bliss of the pulsating pitch of the strings,
And here I stand,
When the melody is just an expression of the emotions my heart pumps into my veins,
I hear only what the lyrics tell me.
Where every second is a reminder,
Of that somebody.

The Rhapsodic Empress sings to my soul in every way,
She has a song prepared for every day,
I reside in the Empress’ reign with absolute faith,
As I’m aware that she’ll give me the air I need to breathe,
When the suffocation has throttled my pumping lungs.
She’ll give me the escape I crave,
From this troubled reality.

Oh thou Empress,
You’re my only addiction,
You drug me and show me amber shades of strength,
You teach me that instead of falling in hope of being caught,
By the somebody who once left you in tattered pieces,
Fall freely along with a parachute, and be your own savior.

You show me the sunrise when the rays cease to exist,
You remind me it’s my scars and my failures which make me who I am,
Don’t give up on me,
Because you make me not give up on myself,
Stay with me,
I’ll have a companion in this battle.


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