I still remember the very first day I started to write a poetry book. I was just longing for a shoulder; to cry on, to tap, to bump with mine. Indeed I found one and I could say, it was one of the happiest moments in my life. I couldn't even erase the curve in my lips even when I close my eyes in the inviolable serene of the night.
However, everything that seems perfect in life feels unreal the longer you have it. That there's something wrong with being happy all the time. So the cruelty that the reality brings takes out people away from you. Not just that, it takes away those who matter most to you.
The safe place you thought you can hide can collapse when it is time to run away. That's when I realized, you alone is your savior. Your mind is your shield, your eyes is your sword and your words is your soul. That you can catch pain depending on your mind's ability to turn things upside down, you can stab back based on how your eyes see the images in front and protect your facade on the way you unbox words.
That's how it is.
We all need to be our own hero.
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The Sanctuary of Pain (POETRY)
PoetryMay the answers look for you when you cannot find them.
