At that moment,it held me,from tearing apart,
My complains,on this lifetime..
May be,it was foolish..
But those words,pain kept me sane,when I was getting lost in the maze..
Yet again a moment came,when all it was needed was acceptance..
For everything is for my own good..
If this life was not like that,if I had not come from where I have..
Would I have handled it well?
If I didnot learn how to let go,of dreams,of ambitions,of relations,
Would I still be standing here,where each moment I did?
Neither I had complain then,nor do I have now..
For my life is yours,eternally..
YOU ARE READING
The destroyed me...
PoetryJust some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..