Damaged people like me are dangerous.
We were taught how to survive. We've learned how to sleep through a tornado and dance through an earthquake. We have lived with the idea that there could be nothing worse than what we have gone through. We have seen pain, and we have walked side by side with darkness like he was a long lost friend.
So before you laugh at us for being ripped at the edges, you should earn that right by winning over your demons first.
After you've managed to smile through the pain, and after you've put back your own pieces.
YOU ARE READING
The Writer and Her Daydreams
ŞiirA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.