To you,
who are on the verge of giving up;
who do not know how to face each morning,
and anxiety visits you at night.
There is no specific word to describe what you feel.
Numbness will not suffice, emptiness either.
Your mind is a traitor.
It will tell you all the things that you are not.
And at that moment,
You will start to doubt yourself.
You will get lost.
You will get tired.
And all the pain and scars,
will remain vivid in your memory.
But please hold on.
Either I do not know when this bleed will stop,
Or when the sunrise will come.
But I am sure of one thing.
All the maybes will not be answered,
if you will choose to stop right now.
So to you,
who are on the verge of giving up,
Please go on.
You do not know how to face each morning,
but remember every little progress always matters.
And if anxiety visits you again at night,
tell them that you won't let them win this time.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Poesia...dahil hindi natutulog ang isip :) 🦋 A collection of prose and poem about self-love, dreams, and life. 🤍 Some of pieces here were posted in our (friends & I) fb page: https://m.facebook.com/malungkyutph/ Danke Schöne ✨
