Sense of guilt.
The harsh reality that comes with loving our selves.
Sense of disappointment.
Being well aware of our patterns and yet not being able to stop ourselves.
Sense of loss,
Not knowing who we're becoming and losing our comfort.
Sense of pain,
Seeing the damage that's been done to us, holding ourselves accountable to treat the trauma we never caused.
Sense of disbelief,
When will I receive what I truly desire?
What truly belongs to me?
Did this really need to happen?
Sense of hope,
We had done this before and survived,
We can do it again.
~Life's a cycle, I'm just a visitor like all.
Yours Truly,
Hind.
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Whispers From The Wonderer's Soul.
Non-FictionWhen does pain become virtue? When does survival turn into resilience? When does it all feel less heavier? Every thought I couldn't speak out, every moment that shaped me, endless rants of everything and nothing.
