In moments of grief and pain,
everything feels like a weight on my chest.
Those bitter experiences always find their way to ground me,
reminding me that the world is full of storms and hurricanes,
sweeping meadows and rivers that sway along with it.
But when one is busy pulling the ropes
to hold on through the swirling winds and howling rain,
we always forget that when everything has settled down,
the earth is now ready to be built on again—
and the ground is as steady as ever to hold onto your weight.
So if you ever find yourself at the end of the map,
lost, not knowing where to go,
take a leap, and have faith.
You might find yourself welcomed
by the river down the cliff.
I won't lie to you, my dear—
the tension of the cold water might hurt,
but the flow of the river might just drift you to salvation—
to the village that thrives from that once-intimidating current
below your feet.
YOU ARE READING
The Unspoken Words
PoesíaThe words I have no courage to say... I wrote them instead and keep it for strangers to read and wonder. While those who might know me would read thinking it's just another random girl.
