Pain is ephemeral
Hurt is transient
But the finality of the effort made to overcome it, freaking eternal
So work with your heart
Drive yourself to expel the vestiges of pain you abhor
You might just get yourself a one way ticket to Smileville so wide you can see it from behind.
Don't go seeking for reasons to live
The world might not let you see it, but you are reason enough.
They cut you with words, let them
They sneer at your existence, let them
What you bleed is your reason to live.
Make their hubris at your weakness your motivation
You weren't make to just exist
You were made to be seen
You were made to be alive
When hidden, you were made to be heard
When you words are snuffed
Keep your heart beating.
These are not words of an ardent writer, these are musings of an occasionally lost but tethered heart with a stained glass soul.
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Hatter Musings
Non-Fictionthoughts, poetry, musings and everything I feel all in one
