A MIRACLE IN DISGUISE

listening the whispers of night

She was innocent and childish, saw beauty and depth everywhere, until she faced the cruelty of this merciless, harsh world.She decided to fight.She decided to sacrifice everything,Including her soft, kind soul. She got broken. She fell. Life crushed her.But then, she rose again.And then, she got her pieces back together.Burnt her feelings and put the ashes in a stained box.Every now and then, she pulls it out, smells her burnt hopes and dreams. Every now and then, she regrets the old,Whispers of the night, sweet her.But life is harsh, and her old self wouldn't survive. She had to change,She had to die,To be born again.

The biggest challenge in this down world, my darling, is to know how to fight the monster that is growing inside of you.Is to learn how to survive with one piece of a heart, and still give love and kindness to those in need.Is to shine bright when the sky turns black, when stars die, when hope fades away, when the world around you collapses into a vacuum.The biggest challenge, my dear, in your very short life; is to give light when everything feeds on darkness.Is to collect your broken pieces, one by one, and rebuild yourself from below yesterday's ash.

Is to continue fighting, continue burning, even when life keeps breaking your soul into a million little pieces.Is to keep the child inside you alive and free, is to hear its laughs, and listen to its breathing, when silence takes over.Is to keep trying to fly, to spread your wings, ready to go high.When everything pulls you down to the river of emptiness.The biggest demons you have to face are those laying in your own shadows. Waiting for the night to come.To suck away the last drop of hope in you. And murder your inner child, once and for all.

We are the only ones capable of causing harm to ourselves.By simply trusting others too much. I never felt that the world was so harmful that it would take advantage of my weaknesses. You were my strength and weakness as well. And the world did its part. Telling me what was mine and what was not. I don't owe you. You are not mine. But i believe that one day I will get what is mine.

I no longer long for any Mortal propriety that life offers me.I only seek to be alone with my shadows Listening to the wind as it talks feeling my soul, flying slow, To reach the path where walks Tied by a broken hope, every memory I lost And capture those running dreams of mine..To set them back in my caged mind And make it shine within the darkness Of my thawing, shaking soul..To make love find its way again...Whispers of the night...And purify my heart as I fall In the tenebrous lake of madness.